Текст песни BEHEMOTH - The Past Is Like Funeral
BEHEMOTH - The Past Is Like Funeral слова песни
Текст песни BEHEMOTH - The Past Is Like Funeral
Sometimes when I visit the landscapes of the shadowsSomething that recalls the graveHides in the hellish depths and awaitsWhen I dream, it peeks into empty goblet(and) becomes the wine of ecstasy and licentiousnessI know the one in a flock said: "Watch out, watch out"But I will not go away till I taste the sweetness of your body( )No matter it poisons and causes deathThe past is like an eternal funeralYears, thousands of them, I rotted in a monastic cellI resembled a stone, hiding my murderous self in silence and fearI lasted in the infinity of meditations and contamplationsWaiting for the deserved dream, there on the holy landAnd its taste and coldness I rememberBare-foot digging my own pitI was kissing it as if the sweetest lover and beggedBut was the sandto become my salvationOr worms the people on the court of lightThe past reeks of an oak coffin, so wet and oldBurning dirty claws in the wooden eyes of JehovaI killed mercy, spotting on the laws of god