Luyện nghe bài hát Dirge Inferno

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

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

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

In slight hands weeps
deep methodical screwing
Hurt
Like the wound at his feet

Dirge
Inferno

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

A savage bite respite
the freezing air
This winter chill, grist for his
If tears of joy will elsewhere

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

Hissing
He storms the skies on discharge
Pissing in
On the effigies of the

all resolve
The great 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 at last has come

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

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

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

Now caves become a garret
endless barracks
As the turn to claret
And the satins burn