Luyện nghe bài hát Vast Choirs

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

no man so poor as he was born
we don't remember pure
gaze peacefully the past
I am dust, and to dust I shall
belial, mephisto, shall burn me up
my sad whimperings
the whip is mine to feel
no symphony in mind to colour my

poena
everywhere
please for me
deep sleep falls on men
father me
I am yours to
ad te

in the play which he has for the world
is the mother of sleep
old age is a of which one dies
augury of a age
as far as the beard
their smelled so sweetly
temptation, the of my lust
chalcedony like the new born

stricken I'd raise my limbs
splendid was the innocents
laugh to would our foe
amid laws are silent
drop by drop in upon the heart
falls the laborious memory of
in the upheavel of vast choirs
death shall from me

et judicium
ahoest
ad te levavi meos
verba mea