Luyện nghe bài hát Dirge Inferno

my name
For those who to to mouth the curse
A tragic
With Judas in my

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

heaven spent
He wipes lips 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
Dirge

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

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

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

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

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

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 and thorn
Have to hastened blood
The moon disrobes to harden
Of pouring

These press, his breath adorns
and enemy seats
Whilst his takes in ingratitude
The writhing of the
The writhing of the

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

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