Luyện nghe bài hát Final Ritual

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

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

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

Is this really what feels like?

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 crimson blood glistening in the dark.

I am in my own tomb,
After nine of fast,
The ritual begins 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 when 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 have 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?

Ritual when 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 crimson blood glistening in the dark.
I have my intensions,
The shadows gather, the air.
I submit to the darkness,
And I throw myself, the abyss.

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