Luyện nghe bài hát Dirge Inferno

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

The Gothic halls of
Where coldly hold no worse
Than the I reclaim
From a dark, forsaken

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

In slight hands weeps
Conquest's methodical screwing
Hurt
Like the world wound at his

Dirge
Dirge

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

A savage bite without
the freezing air
This chill, grist 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 skies on discharge
Pissing in
On the of the weak

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

Dirge
Dirge

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

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

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

Wormwood my
The poisoned star that fell to
And blistered of shame
In the of self rebirth

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