Luyện nghe bài hát The Past Is Like Funeral

Sometimes I visit the landscapes of the shadows
Something recalls the grave
Hides in the hellish and awaits
When I dream, it peeks empty goblet
(and) becomes the wine of and licentiousness
I know the one in a flock said: "Watch out, out"
But I not go away till I taste the sweetness of your body
No matter it poisons and causes
The is like an eternal funeral
Years, of them, I rotted in a monastic cell
I resembled a stone, hiding my murderous self in and fear
I lasted in the infinity of meditations and
Waiting for the deserved dream, on the holy 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 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 wooden eyes of
I mercy, spotting on the laws of god
I celebrated the birth of
I fall in with freedom and the beast
And I spat out the Antichrist my morbid womb
In order to life to alvine grain
And concentrate the birth of tragedy & destruction
I myself as a great magician
Althought called armageddon the whore
Today I celebrate my birth, though I am elder than the
The past sometimes is like the sind
That we grave-digger in your eyes.