Luyện nghe bài hát The Past Is Like Funeral

Sometimes when I visit the landscapes of the
Something recalls the grave
Hides in the hellish depths and
When I dream, it peeks into empty
(and) becomes the of ecstasy and licentiousness
I know the one in a said: "Watch out, watch out"
But I will not go away till I taste the sweetness of body
No matter it poisons and causes
The past is like an funeral
Years, thousands of them, I rotted in a cell
I resembled a stone, hiding my murderous self in silence and
I in the infinity of meditations and contamplations
for the deserved dream, there on the holy land
And its taste and coldness I
Bare-foot my own pit
I was kissing it as if the sweetest lover and
But was the become my salvation
Or the people on the court of light
The past of an oak coffin, so wet and old
Burning dirty claws in the eyes of Jehova
I killed mercy, spotting on the of god
I celebrated the birth of
I fall in love 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 & destruction
I envisaged myself as a great
Althought called armageddon the whore
Today I celebrate my birth, though I am elder than the
The only sometimes is like the sind
That we throws in your eyes.