Luyện nghe bài hát Vast Choirs

burdens of grief that against me
aid my tired eyes in their for pitch
your kind now pines
for whom the gods love young
wrapped and in a thousand fears
the sadness I present, with tears
once I'd loved now lies forlorn beauty
and wars by mothers

no man so poor as he was born
we don't pure sensations
peacefully into the past
I am dust, and to I shall return
belial, mephisto, shall burn me up
my sad whimperings
the cutting whip is to feel
no symphony in mind to my dreams

poena
sorrow
please for me
when deep sleep on men
hold me
I am to bear
ad te

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

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

et judicium
ahoest
ad te ocolus meos
verba mea