Luyện nghe bài hát Vast Choirs

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

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

poena
everywhere
please for me
when deep sleep on men
hold me
I am yours to
ad te

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

stricken I'd raise my dripping
splendid was the fall
laugh to would our foe
amid wars are silent
by drop in sleep upon the heart
falls the laborious memory of
in the rich of vast choirs
death flee from me

et judicium
ahoest
ad te levavi ocolus
verba mea