Luyện nghe bài hát The Past Is Like Funeral

Sometimes when I the landscapes of the shadows
Something that the grave
in the hellish depths and awaits
When I dream, it into empty goblet
(and) the wine of ecstasy and licentiousness
I know the one in a flock "Watch out, watch out"
But I will not go away I taste the sweetness of your body
No matter it poisons and causes
The past is an eternal funeral
Years, of them, I rotted in a monastic cell
I resembled a stone, hiding my murderous self in silence and
I lasted in the of meditations and contamplations
Waiting for the dream, there on the holy land
And its and coldness I remember
Bare-foot my own pit
I was kissing it as if the sweetest and begged
But was the sandto my salvation
Or the people on the court of light
The reeks of an oak coffin, so wet and old
Burning dirty in the wooden eyes of Jehova
I mercy, spotting on the laws of god
I celebrated the birth of
I fall in love with freedom and the
And I out the Antichrist from my morbid womb
In to give 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 elder the world
The past only is like the sind
That we grave-digger throws in eyes.