Luyện nghe bài hát The Past Is Like Funeral

Sometimes when I visit the landscapes of the
Something that the grave
Hides in the hellish depths and
I dream, it peeks into empty goblet
(and) becomes the wine of ecstasy and
I know the one in a flock said: "Watch out, out"
But I will not go away till I taste the of your body
No matter it and causes death
The past is an eternal funeral
Years, thousands of them, I in a monastic cell
I resembled a stone, hiding my murderous self in silence and
I lasted in the of meditations and contamplations
for the deserved dream, there on the holy land
And its and coldness I remember
Bare-foot my own pit
I was kissing it as if the sweetest lover and
But was the become my salvation
Or worms the on the court of light
The reeks of an oak coffin, so wet and old
Burning dirty in the wooden eyes of Jehova
I killed mercy, on the laws of god
I celebrated the birth of
I fall in love with and the beast
And I spat out the Antichrist from my morbid
In order to give to alvine grain
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 than the world
The only sometimes is like the sind
That we grave-digger in your eyes.