Luyện nghe bài hát An Enemy Led The Tempest

As pride a downfall, so he took his place before the firewall
Of choirs whose faith in one
Was in this wraith whose fate was hung
Between forgiveness and the done

An scent over drear decay
Lent a violent surge to serenades
white glades as his winged parade
Bent to silhouette and to sharpen razors

Within skies unversed in starkness
His grew
And light hues to gray
And worse, a third of to darkness

Then thunder seethed and wreathed in night
A line was drawn midst wrong and and across the throats of thieves
As love fell choked, the tempest broke from Heaven's shore
Descending to all hope, repentance might stay holy war

He not heel nor fake a bow
Murmur to the wind
Enraged, he in a Balrog howls
Upon a firstborn of sin

Incensed anew, tore
Like frenzied of prey
temple doors
Through east the midnight masses

And where once bliss so serene
In sweeter
Now ran openly
Like eyes that shied kindred ashes

When suddenly shone a hideous light
And a voice like three inanities soared up in speech
Thou hast bred hate where there dwelt and for this grave mistake
How art falling morning sun

The proud be abased

He would not
Nor a bow
Murmur curses to the
And lo the of God swept down

Thou art no an Angel filled with light
But a leech to be
And shalt suffer my burning will
Quoth this raven

Never more

And with these words like heavy stone cast against that gilded
With many legions in tow, he turned his wings to flee
His eyes a of distaste, dawn to tears and in their place
The dawn of time and fates to face, all eternity

I for him a deep red river that ran like blood through scarred ravines
To sluice the guilt that slithered like a Serpent tongue to Eve
For as I in Heaven climbed too high for truth to truly see
My sunken mind, and blind, saw the lie that fool was me

Alone and cold, face to the
Beyond dark with no way back
His of gold faded to black
Like a bruise upon the heart that

thrill-kill
Culture wave lengths
Of to hang high
Ten commandments by snaked about his fingers