Luyện nghe bài hát The Past Is Like Funeral

Sometimes when I the landscapes of the shadows
Something that the grave
Hides in the hellish and awaits
I dream, it peeks into empty goblet
(and) becomes the wine of and licentiousness
I know the one in a flock said: "Watch out, out"
But I will not go away till I taste the sweetness of your
No matter it poisons and causes
The past is an eternal funeral
Years, thousands of them, I rotted in a monastic
I resembled a stone, hiding my murderous self in silence and
I lasted in the infinity of and contamplations
Waiting for the dream, there on the holy land
And its and coldness I remember
digging my own pit
I was kissing it as if the lover and begged
But was the sandto my salvation
Or worms the on the court of light
The reeks of an oak coffin, so wet and old
Burning claws in the wooden eyes of Jehova
I killed mercy, spotting on the of god
I the birth of power
I fall in love with freedom and the
And I spat out the Antichrist from my womb
In order to give to alvine grain
And the birth of human tragedy & destruction
I envisaged as a great magician
Althought they armageddon the whore
Today I celebrate my birth, though I am elder the world
The past only sometimes is like the
That we grave-digger in your eyes.