Luyện nghe bài hát Final Ritual

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

An noise echoes in my skull,
It twines and down 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 strength I just to open my eyes.

Is this really what dying like?

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

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

begins when the moon are at crest,
And I call for the ancients to guide me the gates.
The silver-moon white so cold against my skin,
And the warm 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 this really what dying feels

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 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.
Guide me the gates.
Grant to me, life.
The sacrifice.