Luyện nghe bài hát Vast Choirs

burdens of grief weigh against me
aid my eyes in their search for pitch
your kind now pines
for whom the gods dies young
wrapped and confounded in a thousand
the sadness I present, smiles with
where once I'd loved now forlorn beauty
and wars abhorred by

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

damni
sorrow
please for me
deep sleep falls on men
father me
I am to bear
ad te

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

stricken I'd raise my dripping
splendid was the innocents
laugh to would our foe
wars laws are silent
drop by in sleep upon the heart
the laborious memory of pain
in the upheavel of vast choirs
shall flee from me

misericordium et
ahoest
ad te levavi ocolus
verba mea