Luyện nghe bài hát The Past Is Like Funeral

Sometimes when I the landscapes of the shadows
Something that the grave
Hides in the depths and awaits
When I dream, it into empty goblet
(and) becomes the wine of and licentiousness
I know the one in a said: "Watch out, watch out"
But I will not go away I taste the sweetness of your body
No it poisons and causes death
The past is an eternal funeral
Years, thousands of them, I rotted in a monastic
I resembled a stone, hiding my self in silence and fear
I lasted in the infinity of meditations and
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 my salvation
Or worms the on the court of light
The reeks of an oak coffin, so wet and old
Burning dirty claws in the wooden of Jehova
I killed mercy, spotting on the of god
I celebrated the birth of
I fall in love with freedom and the
And I out the Antichrist from my morbid womb
In to give life to alvine grain
And concentrate the birth of human tragedy &
I myself as a great magician
they called armageddon the whore
Today I celebrate my birth, though I am elder the world
The past only sometimes is like the
That we grave-digger throws in eyes.