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 depths and
When I dream, it peeks into empty
(and) becomes the of ecstasy and licentiousness
I know the one in a flock "Watch out, watch out"
But I will not go away till I taste the sweetness of 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 in the infinity of meditations and contamplations
Waiting for the deserved dream, there on the land
And its taste and I remember
digging my own pit
I was kissing it as if the sweetest lover and
But was the become 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 birth of
I fall in love freedom and the beast
And I spat out the Antichrist from my womb
In order to give to alvine grain
And the birth of human tragedy & destruction
I envisaged myself as a magician
they called armageddon the whore
Today I my birth, though I am elder than the world
The past only sometimes is the sind
That we throws in your eyes.