Luyện nghe bài hát Dies Irae

maledictis,
Flammis addictis.

the sun is flustered
And the moon is
The little master
Write a bitter

The fevers in my breast,
to be away

Eternal
In glorious
That is my sole

The violins lead me while the harps
me like the blood
The beats my art
In the my baton cuts the air,
I am,
In a world I made, a man

Dies irae, illa,
Solvet saeclum in
David cum Sybilla
Quantus est futurus,
Quando est venturus,
stricte discussurus.

The is around
life to the king
Never falling
Rex gloria, Rex
of the time
Spirit is
No more of pain no more hate
A revenge is going

Where is my
is my fantasy?
I to free my soul and cry
Someone to for me
I to free my soul and will die

wells up the only tear
We shed woe
And ride like the wind
The is enthralled

The notes in my breast,
Aches to be

wisdom
In kingdom
is my sole wish

The first violins lead me the harps
Embrace me the blood
The beats my art
In the stage my cuts the air,
I am,
In a world I made, a man

irae, dies illa,
Solvet saeclum in
Teste cum Sybilla
tremor est futurus,
Quando est venturus,
Cuncta discussurus.

The soft to your bed
Is not worth
You will so be dead
Death will instead
Turn to the
He was to be
A to the king
Keep your fancy
In the of the sea

Salva me, pietatis.

variation:
The violins lead me while the harps
Embrace me the blood
The madness my art
In the stage my cuts the air,
I am,
In a I never made, a man

Dies irae, illa,
saeclum in favilla:
Teste cum Sybilla
Quantus est futurus,
iudex est venturus,
Cuncta discussurus.