Luyện nghe bài hát The Past Is Like Funeral

Sometimes when I visit the landscapes of the
that recalls the grave
Hides in the hellish depths and
When I dream, it peeks into goblet
(and) becomes the of ecstasy and licentiousness
I know the one in a flock "Watch out, watch out"
But I will not go away I taste the sweetness of your body
No matter it poisons and death
The is like an eternal funeral
Years, thousands of them, I rotted in a cell
I resembled a stone, hiding my murderous self in and fear
I lasted in the infinity of meditations and
Waiting for the dream, there on the holy land
And its taste and coldness I
digging my own pit
I was kissing it as if the sweetest lover and
But was the sandto my salvation
Or the people on the court of light
The reeks of an oak coffin, so wet and old
Burning claws in the wooden eyes of Jehova
I mercy, spotting on the laws of god
I celebrated the of power
I fall in love with and the beast
And I spat out the Antichrist my morbid womb
In order to give life to alvine
And concentrate the of human tragedy & destruction
I envisaged myself as a great
Althought they armageddon the whore
Today I celebrate my birth, though I am elder the world
The past only sometimes is like the
we grave-digger throws in your eyes.