Luyện nghe bài hát Vast Choirs

burdens of grief that against me
aid my tired eyes in search for pitch
your kind heart now
for whom the love dies young
and confounded in a thousand fears
the sadness I present, smiles with
once I'd loved now lies forlorn beauty
and wars by mothers

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

poena
sorrow
pray for me
when deep falls on men
father me
I am yours to
ad te

in the which he has written for the world
night is the of sleep
old age is a malady of one dies
of a better age
sages as far as the
their smelled so sweetly
temptation, the father of my
chalcedony shines like the new

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

misericordium et
ahoest
ad te levavi meos
verba mea