Luyện nghe bài hát Dirge Inferno

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

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

Kissing heaven
He lips free of his heretic discharge
to repent
For the that ravaged free

In hands beauty weeps
Conquest's methodical screwing
Hurt
Like the world at his feet

Dirge
Dirge

As it is written, it
So let it be wrung, Dirge
From throats of in overthrow
The at last 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 runs like bifurcate tongues
two by two

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

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

Inferno
Dirge

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

A bound heart, the rose and thorn
locked to hastened blood
The moon disrobes to harden
Of pouring

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

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

Now those caves become a
endless barracks
As the waters to claret
And the Vatican satins