Decapitated Saints

Black rotting blood invades my ailing flesh Destroys and burns me down alive Uncreated lips stinking of death Excommunicated creators of mine Blasphemous words and eyes that bleed In horrible never ending torment Waiting for hell my dead body looks ahead That will be soon to an end Prepare you to die, This comes unexpected Ask nobody "why?", It's just an inevitable thing Stilll existing mind being in deadly fear Soon will be only heap of musty rot Tongue, heart and all my gusts shall be digested by the necrophagic grubs No hope I must die and turn to ashen dust My soul will fly away to realms of dead Absurd resistance, I feel darkness takes my soul I'm only, after all, the slave of hell Raise from this grave Is fear in your eyes? You have to leave your flesh Still wait for you - decapitated saints I've died to live in everlasting world Where reigns death and holy low of hate Omniponent lords feeding the groans Of turn souls imploring for mercy I'm in the place, where sin is all around And blood flows from every clipped head A billion dirty souls decay in ones own blood Awaitnig beneficial touch of force, that lets them die! I'm rising up above eternal mists Heavens lie at feet of mine Wandering the sky I see transformed Christ Whose head I'm holding in my hand Is it possible, the heaven is the hell? Perhaps it's my own terrible dream Clipped sacred heads seem to say to me "That's true, the sky has turned into fire!"