Luyện nghe bài hát Symphonaire Infernus Et Spera Empyrium

The destroying of idols
Will shroud the with utter lies
the cobbles, his abode named Dis
Portraits have spoken masters distress
Icons with kisses, tell me who seen this
Enochian tapestries
Depict the of fallen virtues
In almost rhapsody
to the sound of the knell
The stench of dying children
our fall is certain
Limbs entwined in contoursion

Please put off veil
heart is blameless
And I shudder for it

A hot May a fat churchyard
And Lychfowel breed in chaotic
Her cry was the of all earth's sounds
Trauma bites hard the of Kin
away by a moments sadness
They say is a brief madness
By way of the beloved's
Give back to nature what we first did
And monuments slowly fill
The agendas' of and Queens
In our faces bleed
The holy torn away by the gale

Make yourself all honey and the flies will you
Love is a game both players cheat
Gone is the of Hero and Leander
are angels yet wedlock's the devil
To have and to but death no longer parts
Harlots and sluts, whores of our
their stinking vaginas'
Many who have no of their own
Hold souls towards the sinister bloom
Are you rich oh of vanity
As you peddle your wears of
Dressed up so you look the
So blind, it's ignorance you
Quite beyond belief
that weep their septic tears
Dragged out through war lifetimes
And death feast on us all
The mills of God slowly
The light of that which is most divine

The fascination of her
With of awe and splendour
Elegant in
So at your faith rewards you
Through enriched with pastel shade
And fragrant soft to smell
You laugh and drink of no great age
does scent the farthest shores
Face to your angelic host
All hopes in you kept
Is God your wish and all your
If your body is then yes by all means

Make yourself all honey and the flies devour you