Luyện nghe bài hát Vast Choirs

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

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

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

in the play he has written 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 wounds so sweetly
temptation, the father of my
shines like the new born

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

et judicium
ahoest
ad te levavi meos
verba mea