Luyện nghe bài hát The Past Is Like Funeral

Sometimes when I visit the of the shadows
Something that the grave
Hides in the depths and awaits
When I dream, it peeks empty goblet
(and) becomes the wine of ecstasy and
I know the one in a said: "Watch out, watch out"
But I will not go away till I taste the sweetness of body
No it poisons and causes death
The past is like an eternal
Years, of them, I rotted in a monastic cell
I resembled a stone, my murderous self in silence and fear
I in the infinity of meditations and contamplations
Waiting for the deserved dream, on the holy land
And its and coldness I remember
Bare-foot my own pit
I was it as if the sweetest lover and begged
But was the become my salvation
Or worms the people on the 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 freedom and the beast
And I spat out the Antichrist from my womb
In order to give to alvine grain
And concentrate the of human tragedy & destruction
I envisaged myself as a magician
Althought they called the whore
Today I celebrate my birth, though I am elder the world
The only sometimes is like the sind
That we grave-digger throws in eyes.