Luyện nghe bài hát Symphonaire Infernus Et Spera Empyrium

The destroying genius of
Will the world with utter lies
the cobbles, his abode named Dis
Portraits have spoken their distress
Icons kisses, tell me who have seen this
Failing Enochian
Depict the prince of virtues
In almost rhapsody
Masterbate to the sound of the
The Patchetic stench of dying
Perhaps our fall is
Limbs entwined in absolute

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

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

Make yourself all honey and the flies will you
Love is a game where both players
Gone is the tale of Hero and
are angels yet wedlock's the devil
To have and to hold but death no 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 peddle wears of cruelty
Dressed up so you the part
So blind, ignorance you wear
brutal beyond belief
Sores weep their septic tears
Dragged out through war lifetimes
And death shall on us all
The mills of God slowly
The adorable light of that which is most

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

Make yourself all honey and the will devour you