Luyện nghe bài hát Vast Choirs

burdens of grief that against me
aid my tired eyes in their search for
your heart now pines
for whom the gods love young
wrapped and confounded in a thousand
the sadness I present, smiles with
where once I'd loved now forlorn beauty
and abhorred by mothers

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

damni
sorrow
pray for me
when deep falls on men
hold me
I am to bear
ad te

in the play he has written for the world
night is the mother of
old age is a malady of one dies
augury of a age
sages as far as the
their smelled so sweetly
temptation, the of my lust
shines like the new born

stricken I'd my dripping limbs
splendid was the fall
laugh to scorn our foe
amid wars are silent
drop by in sleep upon the heart
falls the laborious of pain
in the rich upheavel of choirs
shall flee from me

misericordium et
ahoest
ad te levavi meos
verba mea