Luyện nghe bài hát Symhonaire Infernus Et Spera Empyrium

The destroying of idols
Will the world with utter lies
Dance the cobbles, his abode Dis
Portraits have spoken masters distress
Icons kisses, tell me who have seen this
Failing tapestries
the prince of fallen virtues
In almost rhapsody
Masterbate to the of the knell
The Patchetic stench of dying
our fall is certain
Limbs in absolute contoursion

Please put off your
heart is blameless
And I shudder for it

A hot May makes a fat
And Lychfowel in chaotic frenzy
Her cry was the saddest of all sounds
Trauma bites hard the of Kin
Swept by a moments sadness
They say rage is a madness
By way of the farewell
Give back to what we first did take
And would slowly fill
The of Kings and Queens
In silence our bleed
The holy voice torn by the gale

Make all honey and the flies will devour you

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

brutal beyond belief
Sores that weep their septic
out through war torn lifetimes
And death shall on us all
The mills of God grind
The adorable light of that is most divine

The of her shape
mansions of awe and splendour
Elegant in
So at your faith rewards you
Through fields enriched with pastel
And fragrant soft to smell
You laugh and wine of no great age
Nature does scent the farthest
Face to your angelic host
All hopes in you imperishably
Is God your wish and all your
If your body is frail then yes by all

Make yourself all honey and the flies devour you