Luyện nghe bài hát Dirge Inferno

Carrion my
For those who to choose to the curse
A serenade
Judas in my stride

The Gothic halls of
Where statues coldly no worse
the murders I reclaim
From a dark, forsaken

Kissing heaven
He wipes lips free of his discharge
to repent
For the brute that free

In slight beauty weeps
Conquest's deep methodical
Hurt
Like the wound at his feet

Inferno
Dirge

As it is written, it
So let it be wrung, Dirge
From throats of in overthrow
The past at last has

A savage without respite
Pervades the air
This winter chill, grist for his
If tears of joy will elsewhere

And church bells drown in the cracks of
The above us hew
As lightning runs like bifurcate
two by two

Hissing
He storms the skies on electric
Pissing in
On the of the weak

all resolve
The great beast simmers, his scarlet
Spit vitriol
On the terrified of peace

Dirge
Dirge

As it is written, it
So let it be wrung, Inferno
From throats of those in
The past at has come

A hell heart, the rose and thorn
Have locked to hastened
The disrobes to harden droves
Of pouring

These rivers press, his adorns
and enemy seats
Whilst his power takes in
The of the weak
The of the weak

Wormwood my
The poisoned star that fell to
And free of shame
In the pits of self

Now those caves a garret
endless barracks
As the waters turn to
And the Vatican satins