Luyện nghe bài hát Final Ritual

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

An incessant echoes 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 can not hold, things fall apart.
It takes all the strength I just to open my eyes.

Is this what dying feels like?

begins when 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 crimson blood glistening 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 not come out alive...
But I up my mind,
is no turning back now.
The destruction of light,
The end of my life.

begins when the moon are at crest,
And I call for the 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 gather, thickening the air.
I myself to the darkness,
And I myself, into the abyss.

begins...

Is really what dying feels like?

Ritual begins the moon are at crest,
And I for the ancients to guide me through the gates.
The white blade so cold against my skin,
And the warm blood glistening in the dark.
I formed my intensions,
The gather, thickening the air.
I submit 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.