Luyện nghe bài hát The Past Is Like Funeral

Sometimes when I visit the of the shadows
Something that the grave
Hides in the hellish depths and
When I dream, it peeks empty goblet
(and) the wine of ecstasy and licentiousness
I know the one in a flock said: "Watch out, out"
But I will not go away till I the sweetness of your body
No it poisons and causes death
The past is an eternal funeral
Years, of them, I rotted in a monastic cell
I resembled a stone, hiding my murderous self in and fear
I lasted in the infinity of 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 lover and begged
But was the sandto my salvation
Or worms the people on the of light
The past of an oak coffin, so wet and old
Burning dirty in the wooden eyes of Jehova
I killed mercy, on the laws of god
I celebrated the of power
I fall in love with and the beast
And I spat out the Antichrist my morbid womb
In order to give life to grain
And concentrate the birth of human & destruction
I envisaged as a great magician
they called armageddon the whore
Today I celebrate my birth, though I am elder than the
The past sometimes is like the sind
That we grave-digger throws in eyes.