Luyện nghe bài hát The Past Is Like Funeral

Sometimes when I visit the landscapes of the
Something that recalls the
in the hellish depths and awaits
When I dream, it into empty goblet
(and) becomes the wine of ecstasy and
I know the one in a said: "Watch out, watch out"
But I not go away till I taste the sweetness of your body
No matter it poisons and causes
The past is like an funeral
Years, of them, I rotted in a monastic cell
I resembled a stone, my murderous self in silence and fear
I lasted in the infinity of meditations and
Waiting for the dream, there on the holy land
And its taste and I remember
Bare-foot my own pit
I was it as if the sweetest lover and begged
But was the sandto my salvation
Or worms the on the court of light
The past of an oak coffin, so wet and old
Burning dirty claws in the wooden eyes of
I mercy, spotting on the laws of god
I celebrated the of power
I in love with freedom and the beast
And I out the Antichrist from my morbid womb
In to give life to alvine grain
And concentrate the birth of human tragedy &
I envisaged myself as a magician
they called armageddon the whore
Today I my birth, though I am elder than the world
The only sometimes is like the sind
That we grave-digger in your eyes.