Luyện nghe bài hát Dirge Inferno

Carrion my
For who to choose to mouth the curse
A tragic
Judas in my stride

The halls of shame
statues coldly hold no worse
Than the I reclaim
From a dark, time

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

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

Dirge
Dirge

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

A bite without respite
the freezing air
This chill, grist for his mill
If tears of joy will elsewhere

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

Hissing
He storms the on electric discharge
in contempt
On the effigies of the

all resolve
The great beast simmers, his scarlet
Spit their
On the face of peace

Dirge
Dirge

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

A hell bound heart, the and thorn
locked to hastened blood
The moon disrobes to harden
Of legions

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

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

Now caves become a garret
Overseeing endless
As the waters turn to
And the Vatican burn