Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Symphonaire Infernus Et Spera Empyrium, artist - My Dying Bride. Album song Trinity, in the genre
Date of issue: 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 |