Luyện nghe bài hát Symphonaire Infernus Et Spera Empyrium

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

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

A hot May a fat churchyard
And breed in chaotic frenzy
Her cry was the saddest of all sounds
Trauma bites hard the of Kin
Swept away by a sadness
They say is a brief madness
By way of the beloved's
Give to nature what we first did take
And monuments would slowly
The agendas' of and Queens
In silence our bleed
The voice torn away by the gale

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

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

Make yourself all honey and the flies devour you