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Hello! I'm Lyrkit!

I tried many ways to memorize English words and found the most effective one for me!

We already have all the words of the songs that we have heard throughout our lives in our memory. We simply did not pay attention to them, but we all already hear them!

I noticed that when you learn a new word from a song that you have already heard before, you already know the translation of this word forever and you will never forget it!

I want to share this method with you. So, the scheme is as follows.

We find songs that we have already heard.

We add all unfamiliar words from them.

We pass mini tests of memory games. done

Now that you know a lot of words, you will very quickly come to know the whole language!

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Theatre Of Tragedy

Seraphic Deviltry

 

Seraphic Deviltry

(album: Velvet Darkness They Fear - 1996)


Whether He the quaint savant's power doth held I know not
Albeit aetat a thousand stars' birth He is
Zuoth I that for reasons to me oblivious
August of a granditude of servants is He held
And by plastic consonantry e'en more servants to the host addéd are
Pelf they are, dare I say
Maugre His diurnal seraphic deviltry
I say that deviltry 'tis forsooth deviltry
Mind not this in scintillating shades clad is
To claim the glore is He suffer'd
"Grant me the fatlings", gouth He, "the fatter the better!"
And died they of starvation
They are not slaughtering their fatlings
They are slaughtering 'hemselves
Sith I at time of yester the questions durst ask
And dare I say this burthen weightful was
Wrack of His machine like motion was I nam'd
Tho' blind and fond the jesters rebuilt
The machine alike yet whettéd and dight are its edges...

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