Luyện nghe bài hát Dirge Inferno

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

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

heaven spent
He wipes lips free of his heretic
Wishing to
For the brute that ravaged

In slight hands beauty
Conquest's deep methodical
Hurt
Like the world wound at his

Inferno
Dirge

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

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

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

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

Killing all
The beast simmers, his scarlet women
Spit vitriol
On the terrified face of

Inferno
Dirge

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

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

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

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

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