Luyện nghe bài hát Final Ritual

Long have I waited, and long have I here alone.
Cold and in the dark.
by moment I am drifting closer,
To the of the dead.

An incessant echoes in my skull,
It and vibrates down my spine.
Fanning out to the raw of my nerves.

The noise grows louder, its source closer
in a spiral.
The center can not hold, fall apart.
It all the strength I have just to open my eyes.

Is this what dying feels like?

begins when the moon are at crest,
And I call for the to guide me through the gates.
The white blade so cold against my skin,
And the warm crimson glistening in the dark.

I am in my own tomb,
After days of fast,
The will begins long and painful it will be,
And most likely I not come out alive...
But I up my mind,
There is no back now.
The utter of light,
The end of my life.

Ritual when the moon are at crest,
And I call for the to guide me through the gates.
The silver-moon white blade so cold my skin,
And the crimson blood glistening in the dark.
I have my intensions,
The shadows gather, the air.
I submit to the darkness,
And I myself, into the abyss.

begins...

Is really what dying feels like?

Ritual begins when the are at crest,
And I call for the ancients to guide me the gates.
The white blade so cold against my skin,
And the crimson blood glistening in the dark.
I have my intensions,
The shadows gather, the air.
I myself to the darkness,
And I myself, into the abyss.

I offer thee, my and blood.
me through the gates.
Grant to me, life.
The sacrifice.