Luyện nghe bài hát Dirge Inferno

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

The Gothic halls of
Where statues coldly hold no
Than the I reclaim
a dark, forsaken time

Kissing heaven
He wipes lips free of his heretic
Wishing to
For the brute ravaged free

In hands beauty weeps
deep methodical screwing
Hurt
the world wound at his feet

Dirge
Dirge

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

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

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

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

Killing all
The great beast simmers, his women
Spit their
On the terrified face of

Inferno
Dirge

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

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

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

Wormwood my
The star that fell to earth
And blistered of shame
In the of self rebirth

Now those become a garret
Overseeing barracks
As the waters to claret
And the satins burn