Luyện nghe bài hát Vast Choirs

burdens of that weigh against me
aid my tired eyes in their for pitch
kind heart now pines
for the gods love dies young
wrapped and in a thousand fears
the sadness I present, smiles with
where I'd loved now lies forlorn beauty
and wars abhorred by

no man lives so as he was born
we remember pure sensations
gaze into the past
I am dust, and to dust I return
belial, mephisto, shall burn me up
devour my sad
the cutting whip is to feel
no in mind to colour my dreams

damni
sorrow
please for me
deep sleep falls on men
father me
I am yours to
ad te

in the play he has written for the world
is the mother of sleep
old age is a of which one dies
augury of a age
sages as far as the
their wounds smelled so
temptation, the father of my
chalcedony shines the new born

stricken I'd my dripping limbs
was the innocents fall
laugh to would our foe
amid laws are silent
drop by drop in sleep the heart
falls the memory of pain
in the upheavel of vast choirs
death shall flee me

misericordium et
pavimento
ad te levavi ocolus
verba mea