Luyện nghe bài hát Symphonaire Infernus Et Spera Empyrium

The destroying of idols
Will shroud the world with lies
the cobbles, his abode named Dis
Portraits have their masters distress
Icons kisses, tell me who have seen this
Enochian tapestries
Depict the of fallen virtues
In almost poetic
Masterbate to the sound of the
The Patchetic of dying children
our fall is certain
Limbs entwined in absolute

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

A hot May makes a fat
And Lychfowel breed in chaotic
Her cry was the saddest of all earth's
Trauma hard the hearts of Kin
away by a moments sadness
They say rage is a madness
By way of the farewell
Give back to nature what we did take
And would slowly fill
The agendas' of and Queens
In our faces bleed
The holy voice torn away by the

Make yourself all honey and the flies devour you
is a game where both players cheat
Gone is the tale of and Leander
Women are yet wedlock's the devil
To and to hold but death no longer parts
and sluts, whores of our world
Expose stinking vaginas'
Many who have no will of own
Hold their towards the sinister bloom
Are you rich oh lord of
As you peddle your of cruelty
Dressed up so you look the
So blind, it's ignorance you
brutal beyond belief
Sores that weep septic tears
Dragged out war torn lifetimes
And death feast on us all
The mills of God grind
The adorable of that which is most divine

The fascination of her
With of awe and splendour
Elegant in
So at last your faith you
Through fields enriched with shade
And fragrant soft to smell
You laugh and wine of no great age
Nature does the farthest shores
Face to face your angelic
All in you imperishably kept
Is God wish and all your dreams
If your body is frail then yes by all

Make yourself all honey and the flies devour you