Luyện nghe bài hát Vast Choirs

burdens of grief that against me
aid my eyes in their search for pitch
your kind now pines
for whom the gods love young
and confounded in a thousand fears
the sadness I present, smiles tears
once I'd loved now lies forlorn beauty
and wars by mothers

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

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

in the which 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 of my lust
chalcedony like the new born

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

et judicium
ahoest
ad te levavi meos
mea auribus