Luyện nghe bài hát Vast Choirs

burdens of that weigh against me
aid my tired eyes in search for pitch
kind heart now pines
for whom the gods love young
wrapped and confounded in a thousand
the sadness I present, smiles with
where once I'd loved now lies beauty
and wars abhorred by

no man lives so poor as he was
we don't remember sensations
gaze peacefully the past
I am dust, and to dust I return
belial, mephisto, both burn me up
my sad whimperings
the whip is mine to feel
no symphony in mind to my dreams

poena
sorrow
pray for me
when deep falls on men
father 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 malady of one dies
augury of a age
as far as the beard
their wounds smelled so
temptation, the father of my
chalcedony shines the new born

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

et judicium
ahoest
ad te ocolus meos
verba mea