Luyện nghe bài hát Dirge Inferno

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

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

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

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

Dirge
Dirge

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

A savage bite respite
Pervades the air
This winter chill, for his mill
If tears of joy will elsewhere

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

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

all resolve
The great simmers, his scarlet women
Spit their
On the terrified face of

Dirge
Dirge

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

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

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

Wormwood my
The poisoned star fell to earth
And blistered free of
In the pits of rebirth

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