Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Symphonaire Infernus Et Spera Empyrium , by - My Dying Bride. Song from the album Trinity, in the genre Release date: 06.06.2005
Record label: Peaceville
Song language: English
Symphonaire Infernus Et Spera Empyrium |
| 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 |
| Masterbate 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 |
| A 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 sluts, 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 cruelty |
| Dressed up so you look the part |
| So blind, it’s ignorance you wear |
| Quite brutal 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 |