Luyện nghe bài hát Symphonaire Infernus Et Spera Empyrium

The destroying of idols
Will shroud the 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 poetic
Masterbate to the sound of the
The Patchetic stench of children
Perhaps our is certain
Limbs entwined in absolute

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

A hot May makes a fat
And Lychfowel breed in frenzy
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 first did
And monuments would slowly
The agendas' of and Queens
In silence our faces
The holy voice away by the gale

Make yourself all honey and the will devour you
Love is a game where both players
is the tale of Hero and Leander
Women are angels yet the devil
To have and to hold but no longer parts
Harlots and sluts, whores of our
Expose stinking vaginas'
Many who no will of their own
Hold their souls towards the bloom
Are you rich oh of vanity
As you peddle your of cruelty
Dressed up so you the part
So blind, ignorance you wear
Quite brutal beyond
that weep their septic tears
Dragged out through war torn
And death shall on us all
The mills of God slowly
The adorable light of that which is divine

The fascination of her
With of awe and splendour
in simplicity
So at last your rewards you
Through enriched with pastel shade
And fragrant lavenders soft to
You laugh and drink wine of no age
Nature does scent the farthest
to face your angelic host
All in you imperishably kept
Is God your wish and all dreams
If your body is frail then yes by all

yourself all honey and the flies will devour you