Symphonaire Infernus Et Spera Empyrium (исполнитель: My Dying Bride)
The destroying genius of idols Will shroud the world with utter lies Dance the cobbles, his abode named Dis Portraits have spoken their masters distress Icons with kisses, tell me who have seen this Failing Enochian tapestries Depict the prince of fallen virtues In almost poetic rhapsody [bad word] to the sound of the knell The Patchetic stench of dying children Perhaps our fall is certain Limbs entwined in absolute contoursion Please put off your veil Your heart is blameless And I shudder for knowing it hot May makes a fat churchyard And Lychfowel breed in chaotic frenzy Her cry was the saddest of all earths sounds Trauma bites hard the hearts of Kin Swept away by a moments sadness They say rage is a brief madness By way of the beloveds 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 To have and to hold but death no longer parts Harlots and [bad word] whores of our world Expose their stinking vaginas' Many who have no will of their own Hold their souls towards the sinister bloom Are you rich oh lord of vanity As you peddle your wears of [bad word] Dressed up so you look the part So blind, it's ignorance you wear Quite [bad word] beyond belief Sores that weep their septic tears Dragged out through war torn lifetimes And death shall feast on us all The mills of God grind slowly The adorable light of that which is most divine The fascination of her shape With mansions of awe and splendour Elegant in simplicity So at last your faith rewards you Through fields enriched with pastel shade And fragrant lavenders soft to smell You laugh and drink wine of no great age Nature does scent the farthest shores Face to face your angelic host All hopes in you imperishably kept Is God your wish and all your dreams If your body is frail then yes by all means Make yourself all honey and the flies will devour you