Luyện nghe bài hát Symhonaire Infernus Et Spera Empyrium

The genius of idols
Will the world with utter lies
Dance the cobbles, his named Dis
Portraits have their masters distress
with kisses, tell me who have seen this
Failing tapestries
the prince of fallen virtues
In almost poetic
to the sound of the knell
The stench of dying children
our fall is certain
Limbs in absolute contoursion

put off your veil
Your heart is
And I shudder for it

A hot May a fat churchyard
And Lychfowel breed in frenzy
Her cry was the saddest of all sounds
Trauma hard the hearts of Kin
Swept away by a moments
They say rage is a brief
By way of the farewell
Give back to what we first did take
And monuments would slowly
The agendas' of and Queens
In our faces bleed
The holy voice away by the gale

yourself all honey and the flies will devour you

Love is a game where players cheat
Gone is the tale of Hero and
are angels yet wedlock's the devil
To have and to hold but death no longer
and sluts, whores of our world
Expose their stinking
Many who have no will of own
their souls towards the sinister bloom
Are you oh lord of vanity
As you peddle your wears of
Dressed up so you look the
So blind, it's you wear

Quite brutal beyond
Sores that their septic tears
Dragged out war torn lifetimes
And shall feast on us all
The of God grind slowly
The adorable light of that which is most

The of her shape
With of awe and splendour
Elegant in
So at last your rewards you
Through fields enriched pastel shade
And fragrant lavenders soft to
You laugh and drink of no great age
Nature does scent the shores
to face your angelic host
All hopes in you kept
Is God your and all your dreams
If your body is frail yes by all means

Make yourself all honey and the flies will you