Luyện nghe bài hát Symphonaire Infernus Et Spera Empyrium

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

Please put off your
Your heart is
And I for knowing it

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

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

The of her shape
With of awe and splendour
in simplicity
So at last your faith you
Through fields enriched with pastel
And lavenders soft to smell
You laugh and drink of no great age
Nature scent the farthest shores
Face to face your host
All hopes in you imperishably
Is God your wish and all your
If your is frail then yes by all means

Make yourself all honey and the flies devour you