Luyện nghe bài hát Dirge Inferno

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

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

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

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

Dirge
Inferno

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

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

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

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

all resolve
The great beast simmers, his women
Spit vitriol
On the terrified face of

Inferno
Dirge

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

A hell heart, the rose and thorn
Have locked to blood
The disrobes to harden droves
Of pouring

These press, his breath adorns
and enemy seats
Whilst his power takes in
The of the weak
The of the weak

my name
The poisoned that fell to earth
And blistered of shame
In the of self rebirth

Now those caves become a
endless barracks
As the waters turn to
And the Vatican burn