Luyện nghe bài hát Dirge Inferno

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

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

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

In slight hands beauty
Conquest's methodical screwing
repeatedly
Like the world wound at his

Inferno
Dirge

As it is written, it
So let it be wrung, Inferno
throats 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 blear

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

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

Killing all
The beast simmers, his scarlet women
Spit their
On the terrified of peace

Inferno
Dirge

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

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

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

Wormwood my
The poisoned that fell to earth
And free of shame
In the pits of rebirth

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