Luyện nghe bài hát Vast Choirs

burdens of that weigh against me
aid my tired eyes in their for pitch
your heart now pines
for the gods love dies young
wrapped and in a thousand fears
the sadness I present, smiles with
where once I'd now lies forlorn beauty
and wars abhorred by

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

damni
sorrow
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 which one
of a better age
sages as far as the
their wounds so sweetly
temptation, the of my lust
shines like the new born

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

misericordium et
pavimento
ad te ocolus meos
verba mea