Luyện nghe bài hát Gargoyles Ye Rose Aloft

In weary lust they have been o'er aisle
to be screaming:

Come we
Stranger!
for a while...
You will be our
why you be...

So the dome is assailed by

Virulence 'thro abominable
Come we
Ye wait!
ae!

They upon earth and earth's centuries
Here the gargoyle's high above mighty
The has outdone 'em so she's got to wheeze
Lay in cloudy skies
'em if you please

I was sick and tired of and rainy day
so I did decide to my rest that way
In of ostensible spat in my heart
I sat at the pulpit in hall breathing

as gargoyles:]
What you say if we asked
you to remain
the time when days and nights are over
and then... we will!
Did you not e'er happen to
as if you had somewhere formerly
and long
And now you do
looking at something
you had long
ago

I've the track of time
slumber swept away 'em all
Foamy fog is the woe-stained floor
gleam of silver chandeliers
obscure and chants
have run over the
so slow...

...Hence your virtuous
be almost like the sacred grove
where GOD himself does dwell and
such saints which all you have become!

The last one I

Sow the seed of the
deep your hearts and lay open the gates
do towards the skies
there's the only
that does promise for you in paradise!

I was asleep so I did close my eyes...

I was by the spectre of beast
Lay waste all those 'cause I can't resist
I was obsessed by the shadow of
Take away your
I refuse...

grove!
And you have
your wooden scales for your own!

It to me I won't suffer this a-waiting for...

as gargoyles:]
As the darkness doth ravish the wi' delight
sae decimateth all the devoted minds
Chase the moribund rays of that desperate
hues
that hunting among for the crown
ye had had
and probably ye will...
Ae hath ne'er been to yer majesty!

But... ye believe they will
reveal the
the forces hold
and the power steal!

Bemoan the lust of with me!
Bewail gloomy destiny!

Just their bicker!
Of ae...
I care!

ye lay bar those gates!

Run the reality!
Over the deep...

[Both in
as ye sow so shall ye reap!

Each one
and sipped
of holy host'
"body" and "blood"
and vine...
You'll do as
when yield shall
you get Eucharist!

It to me then...
swallowed and sipped
instead of holy host'
and vine
only and water...
like in nightmare!
All seemed to me
"He to be dead!"

Lo! Whole vortex
drawing all things
whining demons and
is nothing to seize!
They forth again
beating their in vain snarling
no one is to
but it's all the same!

This bout mire before me forth the abyss
so the heaven seemed to be
on the of tears
Were I asked what I'd
through the veil of that
thick and grey one had covered with its quilt
and the
one did howl so through my ears
that I hardly hear
I should say
Almost nothing I felt through torture but pain
but that emptiness did whirl me away...
As it to me then
far from my corpse!
So that night swam me
it out to be
one in which the moon barely over the sea
of that desolate 'n hardly anything was
but blue marsh lights were skipping about in the swamps
And quagmire before me forth the abyss...
O'er that one a rather small stump
met my
out from the earth
remnant of rotten
of a tree that had grown that deep long ago
and roots throughout this one
mighty snakes
twisted reaching downwards into that bog
as if there to
their and desperate thirst...
Met my sight
and simply hanging in the air

Behold his holy anon...

But I be dead long before
everything will have clear to me...
I never heard such improper song
e'en though call it ye will!

as gargoyles:]
us inscrutable!
Then all the of that sort shall cease!
'em incredible wood or stone...
and bog if you please!
Which do you prefer?
Whose do you mean to be the chosen one?

You had petrify!
Why won't you try to deify way?