Luyện nghe bài hát The Past Is Like Funeral

Sometimes when I the landscapes of the shadows
Something that recalls the
in the hellish depths and awaits
When I dream, it peeks empty goblet
(and) becomes the wine of and licentiousness
I the one in a flock said: "Watch out, watch out"
But I will not go away I taste the sweetness of your body
No matter it and causes death
The past is like an eternal
Years, of them, I rotted in a monastic cell
I resembled a stone, my murderous self in silence and fear
I in the infinity of meditations and contamplations
for the deserved dream, there on the holy land
And its taste and I remember
Bare-foot my own pit
I was kissing it as if the lover and begged
But was the become my salvation
Or worms the people on the court of
The past of an oak coffin, so wet and old
Burning dirty claws in the eyes of Jehova
I killed mercy, on the laws of god
I the birth of power
I fall in love freedom and the beast
And I spat out the Antichrist from my womb
In order to life to alvine grain
And concentrate the birth of human tragedy &
I myself as a great magician
Althought they armageddon the whore
Today I celebrate my birth, though I am than the world
The only sometimes is like the sind
That we throws in your eyes.