Luyện nghe bài hát Symhonaire Infernus Et Spera Empyrium

The genius of idols
Will shroud the world 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 poetic rhapsody
Masterbate to the sound of the
The Patchetic stench of dying
our fall is certain
Limbs in absolute contoursion

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

A hot May a fat churchyard
And Lychfowel in chaotic frenzy
Her cry was the saddest of all sounds
Trauma bites the hearts of Kin
away by a moments sadness
They say is a brief madness
By way of the beloveds
back to nature what we first did take
And would slowly fill
The agendas' of 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
Women are angels yet wedlock's the
To have and to 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 rich oh lord of
As you your wears of cruelty
Dressed up so you look the
So blind, ignorance you wear

brutal beyond belief
Sores that weep septic tears
out through war torn lifetimes
And shall feast on us all
The of God grind slowly
The adorable light of that which is divine

The fascination of her
With mansions of awe and
in simplicity
So at last your faith you
Through enriched with pastel shade
And lavenders soft to smell
You and drink wine of no great age
Nature scent the farthest shores
Face to face your host
All in you imperishably kept
Is God your and all your dreams
If your body is frail then yes by all

Make yourself all honey and the flies will you