Luyện nghe bài hát Symphonaire Infernus Et Spera Empyrium

The genius of idols
Will shroud the world utter lies
Dance the cobbles, his named Dis
Portraits have spoken masters distress
Icons kisses, tell me who have seen this
Failing tapestries
the prince of fallen virtues
In poetic rhapsody
Masterbate to the sound of the
The stench of dying children
Perhaps our fall is
Limbs in absolute contoursion

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

A hot May makes a fat
And Lychfowel breed in chaotic
Her cry was the of all earth's sounds
Trauma hard the hearts of Kin
Swept away by a sadness
They say is a brief madness
By way of the farewell
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

yourself all honey and the flies will devour you
Love is a game where both players
Gone is the tale of Hero and
Women are angels yet wedlock's the
To have and to hold but death no longer
Harlots and sluts, of our world
their stinking vaginas'
Many who no will of their own
Hold their souls the sinister bloom
Are you rich oh of vanity
As you peddle your of cruelty
Dressed up so you the part
So blind, it's ignorance you
Quite brutal beyond
Sores that their septic tears
out through war torn lifetimes
And death feast on us all
The mills of God grind
The light of that which is most divine

The fascination of her
With of awe and splendour
Elegant in
So at last your rewards you
Through enriched with pastel shade
And fragrant lavenders soft to
You laugh and wine of no great age
does scent the farthest shores
Face to face your 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 and the flies will devour you