Luyện nghe bài hát Symphonaire Infernus Et Spera Empyrium

The destroying of idols
Will shroud the with utter lies
Dance the cobbles, his abode Dis
Portraits have spoken masters distress
Icons with kisses, tell me who have this
Enochian tapestries
Depict the prince of virtues
In poetic rhapsody
Masterbate to the of the knell
The Patchetic stench of children
Perhaps our fall is
Limbs entwined in absolute

Please put off veil
Your is blameless
And I for knowing it

A hot May a fat churchyard
And breed in chaotic frenzy
Her cry was the of all earth's sounds
Trauma bites the hearts of Kin
Swept away by a moments
They say rage is a brief
By way of the beloved's
Give to nature what we first did take
And monuments would fill
The agendas' of Kings and
In our faces bleed
The holy voice torn by the gale

Make yourself all honey and the flies will you
Love is a game where players cheat
Gone is the tale of and Leander
Women are yet wedlock's the devil
To have and to hold but death no parts
Harlots and sluts, of our world
Expose stinking vaginas'
Many who no will of their own
Hold their souls towards the sinister
Are you rich oh lord of
As you peddle your wears of
up so you look the part
So blind, ignorance you wear
Quite brutal belief
Sores weep their septic tears
Dragged out through war torn
And death shall on us all
The of God grind slowly
The adorable of that which is most divine

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

Make yourself all honey and the will devour you