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 looming closer
in a spiral.
The center can not hold, fall apart.
It takes all the strength I just to open my eyes.

Is this really what feels like?

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

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

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

begins...

Is this really what feels like?

begins when 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 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.

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