Luyện nghe bài hát Dirge Inferno

Carrion my
For those who to choose to mouth the
A tragic
With in my stride

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

heaven spent
He lips free of his heretic discharge
to repent
For the that ravaged free

In slight hands weeps
Conquest's deep screwing
repeatedly
Like the world wound at his

Dirge
Inferno

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

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

And bells drown in the cracks of doom
The storms us hew
As lightning like bifurcate tongues
two by two

Hissing
He storms the skies on discharge
in contempt
On the of the weak

all resolve
The beast simmers, his scarlet women
Spit their
On the terrified face of

Inferno
Dirge

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

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

rivers press, his breath adorns
Senates and seats
Whilst his power in ingratitude
The of the weak
The writhing of the

Wormwood my
The poisoned that fell to earth
And blistered free of
In the pits of rebirth

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