Luyện nghe bài hát Vast Choirs

burdens of that weigh against me
aid my tired in their search for pitch
your heart now pines
for whom the gods dies young
wrapped and confounded in a fears
the sadness I present, with tears
where once I'd now lies forlorn beauty
and wars abhorred by

no man lives so as he was born
we don't pure sensations
peacefully into the past
I am dust, and to dust I return
belial, mephisto, both burn me up
devour my sad
the cutting whip is to feel
no symphony in mind to colour my

damni
sorrow
please for me
when deep falls on men
father me
I am to bear
ad te

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

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

misericordium et
ahoest
ad te levavi ocolus
mea auribus