Luyện nghe bài hát Decapitated Saints

Black blood invades my ailing flesh,
Destroys and me down alive,
Ulcerated lips of death,
Excommunicated of mine,
Blasphemous words and eyes bleed,
In horrible ending torments,
Waiting for my dead body looks ahead,
That will be the end.
you to die,
That unexpectedly,
Ask why?,
It's just an thing.
existing mind being in deadly fear,
Soon will be only of musty rot,
Tongue, heart and all my shall be
digested by the grubs.
No hope I must die and turn to dust,
My soul fly away to realms of dead,
Absurd resistance, I feel, Darkness my soul,
I'm only, after all, the of hell.
from this grave,
Is fear in eyes?
You have to leave flesh,
Still for you - decapitated saints.
I've died to in everlasting world,
Where reigns and holy law of hate,
Omnipotent lords the groans,
Of turn souls for mercy,
I'm, in the place, sin is all around,
And blood flows from clipped head,
A dirty souls decay in ones own blood,
beneficial touch of force, that let 'em die!
I'm raising up above mists,
lie at feet of mine,
Wandering the sky I see Christ,
head I'm holding in my hand.
Is it possible the is the hell?
Perhaps it's my own dream,
Clipped sacred seem to say to me,
true, the sky has turned to fire!