Luyện nghe bài hát The Past Is Like Funeral

Sometimes when I visit the of the shadows
Something recalls the grave
Hides in the depths and awaits
When I dream, it peeks empty goblet
(and) becomes the wine of ecstasy and
I know the one in a said: "Watch out, watch out"
But I will not go away till I taste the sweetness of your
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 in silence and fear
I lasted in the infinity of and contamplations
Waiting for the deserved dream, there on the land
And its taste and coldness I
Bare-foot my own pit
I was kissing it as if the lover and begged
But was the sandto become my
Or worms the on the court of light
The reeks of an oak coffin, so wet and old
dirty claws in the wooden eyes of Jehova
I killed mercy, spotting on the of god
I celebrated the of power
I fall in love freedom and the beast
And I out the Antichrist from my morbid womb
In order to give life to alvine
And concentrate the birth of tragedy & destruction
I myself as a great magician
Althought they armageddon the whore
Today I celebrate my birth, I am elder than the world
The past only sometimes is like the
That we grave-digger throws in eyes.