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 embraced in this wraith whose was hung
forgiveness and the damage done

An electric over drear decay
Lent a violent surge to their
Through glades as his winged parade
to silhouette and to sharpen dull razors

Within vast 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 was drawn midst wrong and right and across the throats of thieves
As love fell choked, the tempest broke Heaven's farthest shore
to eclipse all hope, repentance might stay holy war

He would not nor fake a bow
curses to the wind
Enraged, he raved in a Balrog
Upon a storm of sin

anew, rebellions tore
Like frenzied beasts of
temple doors
Through before the midnight masses

And where bliss reigned so serene
In glades
Now ran openly
Like eyes shied from kindred ashes

When there shone a hideous light
And a voice like three inanities soared up in speech
Thou hast bred hate where there none and for this grave mistake
How thou art morning sun

The will be abased

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

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

Never more

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

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

and cold, face to the crack
Beyond dark with no way back
His crown of gold to black
a bruise upon the heart that lingers

With
Culture shock wave
Of to hang high
Ten commandments by snaked about his fingers