Luyện nghe bài hát The Past Is Like Funeral

Sometimes when I the landscapes of the shadows
that recalls the grave
Hides in the hellish and awaits
I dream, it peeks into empty goblet
(and) becomes the wine of and licentiousness
I know the one in a flock "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, hiding my murderous self in silence and
I lasted in the of meditations and contamplations
Waiting for the deserved dream, there on the holy
And its and coldness I remember
digging my own pit
I was kissing it as if the lover and begged
But was the sandto my salvation
Or the people on the court of light
The past of an oak coffin, so wet and old
Burning dirty in the wooden eyes of Jehova
I killed mercy, spotting on the of god
I the birth of power
I fall in love with and the beast
And I out the Antichrist from my morbid womb
In order to life to alvine grain
And concentrate the of human tragedy & destruction
I envisaged myself as a great
they called armageddon the whore
Today I celebrate my birth, I am elder than the world
The past only is like the sind
That we throws in your eyes.