Luyện nghe bài hát Vast Choirs

burdens of that weigh against me
aid my eyes in their search for pitch
kind heart now pines
for whom the gods love young
wrapped and confounded in a fears
the sadness I present, smiles tears
where once I'd loved now forlorn beauty
and abhorred by mothers

no man so poor as he was born
we remember pure sensations
peacefully into the past
I am dust, and to dust I return
belial, mephisto, shall burn me up
my sad whimperings
the cutting is mine to feel
no symphony in to colour my dreams

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

in the play which he has written for the
night is the of sleep
old age is a malady of one dies
of a better age
sages as far as the
their smelled so sweetly
temptation, the of my lust
chalcedony like the new born

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

et judicium
ahoest
ad te levavi meos
verba mea