Luyện nghe bài hát Vast Choirs

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

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, shall burn me up
my sad whimperings
the cutting whip is mine to
no in mind to colour my dreams

damni
sorrow
pray for me
when deep sleep on men
hold me
I am to bear
ad te

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

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

misericordium et
ahoest
ad te levavi meos
mea auribus