Luyện nghe bài hát The Past Is Like Funeral

Sometimes when I visit the of the shadows
Something that recalls the
Hides in the hellish and awaits
I dream, it peeks into empty goblet
(and) becomes the wine of and licentiousness
I the one in a flock said: "Watch out, watch out"
But I will not go away till I the sweetness of your body
No matter it and causes death
The is like an eternal funeral
Years, of them, I rotted in a monastic cell
I a stone, hiding my murderous self in silence and fear
I lasted in the of meditations and contamplations
Waiting for the deserved dream, there on the holy
And its taste and coldness I
digging my own pit
I was kissing it as if the sweetest and begged
But was the sandto my salvation
Or worms the people on the court of
The past of an oak coffin, so wet and old
Burning dirty claws in the eyes of Jehova
I killed mercy, spotting on the of god
I celebrated the of power
I fall in with freedom and the beast
And I out the Antichrist from my morbid womb
In to give life to alvine grain
And the birth of human tragedy & destruction
I envisaged myself as a magician
Althought they called armageddon the
Today I celebrate my birth, I am elder than the world
The past only sometimes is the sind
That we grave-digger throws in eyes.