Luyện nghe bài hát Symphonaire Infernus Et Spera Empyrium

The destroying of idols
Will shroud the world utter 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 rhapsody
Masterbate to the sound of the
The Patchetic of dying 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
Swept by a moments sadness
They say rage is a madness
By way of the beloved's
Give back to nature we first did take
And would slowly fill
The agendas' of Kings and
In our faces bleed
The voice torn away by the gale

Make yourself all and the flies will devour you
Love is a game where both players
Gone is the tale of and Leander
are angels yet wedlock's the devil
To have and to hold but death no longer
Harlots and sluts, of our world
their stinking vaginas'
Many who have no will of own
their souls towards the sinister bloom
Are you oh lord of vanity
As you peddle wears of cruelty
up so you look the part
So blind, it's you wear
brutal beyond belief
Sores that weep septic tears
Dragged out war torn lifetimes
And shall feast on us all
The mills of God slowly
The adorable light of which is most divine

The fascination of her
mansions of awe and splendour
Elegant in
So at last your rewards you
Through fields enriched with shade
And fragrant lavenders soft to
You laugh and wine of no great age
Nature does scent the farthest
Face to face your angelic
All hopes in you kept
Is God your wish and all your
If your body is frail yes by all means

Make all honey and the flies will devour you