Luyện nghe bài hát Symphonaire Infernus Et Spera Empyrium

The destroying genius of
Will shroud the world with lies
Dance the cobbles, his named Dis
Portraits have spoken masters distress
Icons with kisses, tell me who seen this
Enochian tapestries
Depict the prince of fallen
In poetic rhapsody
Masterbate to the of the knell
The Patchetic stench of 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 in chaotic frenzy
Her cry was the saddest of all sounds
bites hard the hearts of Kin
Swept by a moments sadness
say rage is a brief madness
By way of the beloved's
Give back to nature what we did take
And monuments would slowly
The agendas' of and Queens
In our faces bleed
The holy voice away by the gale

Make yourself all honey and the flies will you
is a game where both players cheat
Gone is the of Hero and Leander
Women are yet wedlock's the devil
To have and to hold but death no longer
Harlots and sluts, of our world
Expose their vaginas'
Many who no will of their own
Hold their souls towards the bloom
Are you oh lord of vanity
As you your wears of cruelty
Dressed up so you look the
So blind, it's you wear
Quite beyond belief
Sores that weep septic tears
Dragged out through war lifetimes
And death shall on us all
The mills of God grind
The adorable light of which is most divine

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

Make yourself all honey and the flies devour you