Luyện nghe bài hát Symphonaire Infernus Et Spera Empyrium

The genius of idols
Will shroud the with utter lies
the cobbles, his abode named Dis
Portraits have spoken their distress
Icons with kisses, me who have seen this
Enochian tapestries
Depict the prince of virtues
In poetic rhapsody
to the sound of the knell
The Patchetic of dying children
Perhaps our fall is
Limbs entwined in contoursion

Please put off veil
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 sounds
bites hard the hearts of Kin
Swept away by a sadness
They say rage is a brief
By way of the beloved's
Give back to nature what we first did
And would slowly fill
The of Kings and Queens
In silence our bleed
The holy voice torn by the gale

yourself all honey and the flies will devour 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
and sluts, whores of our world
Expose stinking vaginas'
Many who have no will of own
Hold their souls the sinister bloom
Are you oh lord of vanity
As you peddle your of cruelty
up so you look the part
So blind, it's you wear
brutal beyond belief
Sores that weep their septic
out through war torn lifetimes
And death feast on us all
The of God grind slowly
The adorable of that which is most divine

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

yourself all honey and the flies will devour you