Luyện nghe bài hát Final Ritual

Long have I waited, and have I lain here alone.
and starving in the dark.
Moment by moment I am closer,
To the of the dead.

An noise echoes in my skull,
It and vibrates down my spine.
Fanning out to the raw of my nerves.

The grows louder, its source looming closer
in a spiral.
The center can not hold, fall apart.
It takes all the strength I have just to my eyes.

Is this really what feels like?

begins when the moon are at crest,
And I call for the ancients to me through the gates.
The silver-moon blade so cold against my skin,
And the warm crimson blood in the dark.

I am in my own tomb,
nine days of fast,
The ritual will long and painful it will be,
And likely I will not come out alive...
But I up my mind,
is no turning back now.
The destruction of light,
The end of my life.

begins when the moon are at crest,
And I for the ancients to guide me through the gates.
The silver-moon white blade so cold my skin,
And the warm crimson blood in the dark.
I formed my intensions,
The gather, thickening the air.
I submit to the darkness,
And I throw myself, the abyss.

begins...

Is this really what dying feels

Ritual begins when the are at crest,
And I call for the to guide me through the gates.
The silver-moon white blade so against my skin,
And the warm crimson glistening in the dark.
I formed my intensions,
The gather, thickening the air.
I myself to the darkness,
And I throw myself, the abyss.

I offer thee, my and blood.
Guide me the gates.
Grant to me, life.
The sacrifice.