Luyện nghe bài hát Final Ritual

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

An incessant noise in my skull,
It twines and 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, things apart.
It takes all the I have just to open my eyes.

Is this what dying feels like?

Ritual begins the moon are at crest,
And I call for the ancients to me through the gates.
The white blade so cold against my skin,
And the warm blood 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 I will not come out alive...
But I up my mind,
There is no back now.
The utter of light,
The end of my life.

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

begins...

Is this really dying feels like?

Ritual begins when the 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 warm crimson blood in the dark.
I have my intensions,
The gather, thickening the air.
I myself to the darkness,
And I throw myself, the abyss.

I thee, my flesh and blood.
Guide me the gates.
to me, eternal life.
The sacrifice.