Luyện nghe bài hát Dirge Inferno

Carrion my
For those who to choose to the curse
A serenade
With in my stride

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

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

In slight hands beauty
Conquest's deep screwing
repeatedly
Like the wound at his feet

Inferno
Dirge

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

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

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

Hissing
He the skies on electric discharge
Pissing in
On the effigies of the

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

Dirge
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 rose and
Have locked to hastened
The moon disrobes to droves
Of pouring

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

Wormwood my
The poisoned star fell to earth
And blistered of shame
In the pits of self

Now caves become a garret
Overseeing barracks
As the waters turn to
And the Vatican satins