Bài hát Symphonaire Infernus Et Spera Empyrium Báo Lỗi

The destroying genius of idols

Will shroud the world with utter lies

Dance the cobbles, his abode named Dis

Portraits have spoken their master's distress

Icons with kisses, tell me who have seen these

Falling Enochian tapestries?

Depict the prince of fallen virtues

In almost poetic rhapsody

Masturbate to the sound of the knell

The pathetic stench of dying children

Perhaps our fall is certain

Limbs entwined in absolute contortion

Please put off your veil, your heart is blameless

And I shudder for knowing it


A hot May makes a fat churchyard

And Lychfowel breed in chaotic frenzy

Her cry was the saddest of all earth's sounds

Trauma bites hard the hearts of kin

Swept away by a moment's sadness

They say rage is a brief madness

By way of the beloved's farewell

Give back to nature what we first did take

And monuments would slowly fill

The agendas of kings and queens

In silence our faces bleed

The holy voice torn away by the gale

Make yourself all honey

And the flies will devour you


Love is a game where both players cheat

Gone is the tale of Hero and Leander

Women are angels yet wedlock's the devil