Luyện nghe bài hát Decapitated Saints

Black rotting blood my ailing flesh,
and burns me down alive,
Ulcerated stinking of death,
creators of mine,
Blasphemous and eyes that bleed,
In horrible ending torments,
for hell my dead body looks ahead,
That be soon the end.
you to die,
That unexpectedly,
Ask why?,
It's an inevitable thing.
existing mind being in deadly fear,
Soon will be only of musty rot,
Tongue, and all my guts shall be
by the necrophagic grubs.
No hope I die and turn to ashen dust,
My soul will fly to realms of dead,
Absurd resistance, I feel, takes my soul,
I'm only, after all, the of hell.
Raise from grave,
Is in your eyes?
You have to leave flesh,
wait for you - decapitated saints.
I've died to live in world,
reigns death and holy law of hate,
Omnipotent feeding the groans,
Of turn imploring for mercy,
I'm, in the place, sin is all around,
And flows from every clipped head,
A dirty souls decay in ones own blood,
Awaiting beneficial touch of force, let 'em die!
I'm raising up eternal mists,
Heavens lie at of mine,
the sky I see transformed Christ,
Whose I'm holding in my hand.
Is it possible the is the hell?
it's my own terrible dream,
Clipped sacred seem to say to me,
That's true, the sky has to fire!