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 spoken their distress
Icons with kisses, tell me who have seen
Failing tapestries
Depict the of fallen virtues
In poetic rhapsody
to the sound of the knell
The stench 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 a fat churchyard
And Lychfowel breed in frenzy
Her cry was the saddest of all earth's
Trauma bites hard the of Kin
Swept away by a sadness
say rage is a brief madness
By way of the beloved's
Give back to nature what we first did
And monuments would slowly
The agendas' of and Queens
In our faces bleed
The holy voice torn by the gale

yourself all honey and the flies will devour you
Love is a game where both cheat
Gone is the tale of and Leander
Women are angels yet wedlock's the
To have and to but death no longer parts
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 your wears of cruelty
up so you look the part
So blind, it's you wear
brutal beyond belief
Sores weep their septic tears
out through war torn lifetimes
And shall feast on us all
The mills of God slowly
The adorable of that which is most divine

The fascination of her
mansions of awe and splendour
Elegant in
So at your faith rewards you
Through fields enriched with shade
And lavenders soft to smell
You laugh and drink wine of no age
Nature does the farthest shores
to face your angelic host
All hopes in you imperishably
Is God your and all your dreams
If your body is frail yes by all means

Make yourself all honey and the will devour you