Luyện nghe bài hát The Past Is Like Funeral

Sometimes when I the landscapes of the shadows
Something that the grave
Hides in the depths and awaits
When I dream, it peeks into 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 till I taste the sweetness of body
No matter it poisons and death
The past is an eternal funeral
Years, of them, I rotted in a monastic cell
I resembled a stone, hiding my self in silence and fear
I in the infinity of meditations and contamplations
Waiting for the deserved dream, there on the land
And its and coldness I remember
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 court of
The reeks of an oak coffin, so wet and old
Burning dirty claws in the wooden eyes of
I killed mercy, spotting on the of god
I celebrated the of power
I fall in love with freedom and the
And I spat out the from my morbid womb
In order to give life to alvine
And concentrate the of human tragedy & destruction
I envisaged myself as a magician
they called armageddon the whore
Today I celebrate my birth, though I am than the world
The past sometimes is like the sind
we grave-digger throws in your eyes.