Luyện nghe bài hát The Past Is Like Funeral

Sometimes when I visit the landscapes of the
Something recalls the grave
Hides in the depths and awaits
When I dream, it into empty goblet
(and) becomes the of ecstasy and licentiousness
I know the one in a flock said: "Watch out, out"
But I not go away till I taste the sweetness of your body
No matter it and causes death
The is like an eternal funeral
Years, thousands of them, I rotted in a cell
I resembled a stone, hiding my 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
Bare-foot my own pit
I was kissing it as if the sweetest and begged
But was the sandto become my
Or worms the on the court of light
The reeks of an oak coffin, so wet and old
Burning dirty claws in the eyes of Jehova
I killed mercy, on the laws of god
I celebrated the of power
I fall in love with freedom and the
And I out the Antichrist from my morbid womb
In order to give life to grain
And concentrate the birth of tragedy & destruction
I envisaged as a great magician
Althought they armageddon the whore
I celebrate my birth, though I am elder than the world
The past only sometimes is the sind
That we grave-digger throws in eyes.