Luyện nghe bài hát Dirge Inferno

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

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

Kissing spent
He wipes free of his heretic discharge
Wishing to
For the brute ravaged free

In slight beauty weeps
deep methodical screwing
Hurt
Like the world wound at his

Dirge
Dirge

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

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

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

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

all resolve
The beast simmers, his scarlet women
their vitriol
On the face of peace

Inferno
Dirge

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

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

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

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

Now caves become a garret
endless barracks
As the waters to claret
And the Vatican burn