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
Icons with kisses, tell me who have this
Failing tapestries
Depict the prince of virtues
In almost rhapsody
Masterbate to the of the knell
The stench of dying children
Perhaps our is certain
Limbs in absolute contoursion

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

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

Make yourself all honey and the flies devour you

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

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

The fascination of her
With mansions of awe and
in simplicity
So at last your rewards you
Through fields with pastel shade
And lavenders soft to smell
You laugh and drink of no great age
does scent the farthest shores
Face to face your host
All hopes in you kept
Is God your wish and all dreams
If your is frail then yes by all means

Make all honey and the flies will devour you