Luyện nghe bài hát The Past Is Like Funeral

Sometimes I visit the landscapes of the shadows
Something that the grave
in the hellish depths and awaits
When I dream, it peeks into goblet
(and) becomes the of ecstasy and licentiousness
I know the one in a flock "Watch out, watch out"
But I will not go till I taste the sweetness of your body
No matter it and causes death
The past is like an eternal
Years, thousands of them, I rotted in a monastic
I a stone, hiding my murderous self in silence and fear
I lasted in the infinity of meditations and
Waiting for the dream, there on the holy land
And its taste and coldness I
digging my own pit
I was it as if the sweetest lover and begged
But was the sandto become my
Or worms the people on the of light
The reeks of an oak coffin, so wet and old
Burning dirty claws in the wooden of Jehova
I killed mercy, spotting on the of god
I celebrated the birth of
I fall in love with and the beast
And I spat out the Antichrist from my womb
In order to life to alvine grain
And concentrate the of human tragedy & destruction
I myself as a great magician
Althought they called the whore
Today I celebrate my birth, though I am than the world
The past only sometimes is the sind
That we grave-digger throws in eyes.