Luyện nghe bài hát Vast Choirs

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

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

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

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

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

misericordium et
pavimento
ad te levavi meos
verba mea