Luyện nghe bài hát Final Ritual

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

An incessant noise in my skull,
It twines and vibrates my spine.
out to the raw endings of my nerves.

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

Is this really dying feels like?

Ritual begins the moon are at crest,
And I call for the ancients to me through the gates.
The silver-moon blade so cold against my skin,
And the warm blood glistening in the dark.

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

Ritual begins the moon are at crest,
And I for the ancients to guide me through the gates.
The silver-moon white blade so cold my skin,
And the warm crimson glistening in the dark.
I formed my intensions,
The gather, thickening the air.
I submit to the darkness,
And I myself, into the abyss.

begins...

Is this really dying feels like?

Ritual begins the moon are at crest,
And I for the ancients to guide me through the gates.
The silver-moon blade so cold against my skin,
And the warm crimson 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.