Luyện nghe bài hát Dirge Inferno

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

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

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

In slight hands weeps
Conquest's 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 last has

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

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

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

Killing all
The great simmers, his scarlet women
their vitriol
On the face of peace

Inferno
Dirge

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

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

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

my name
The star that fell to earth
And free of shame
In the pits of rebirth

Now those become a garret
Overseeing endless
As the waters to claret
And the Vatican satins