Luyện nghe bài hát An Enemy Led The Tempest

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

An electric scent over drear
Lent a violent to their serenades
Through white glades as his parade
Bent to and to sharpen dull razors

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

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

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

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

And where once reigned so serene
In glades
Now ran openly
Like eyes that shied from ashes

suddenly there shone a hideous light
And a voice like three inanities up in thistled speech
Thou hast bred hate where there dwelt none and for grave mistake
How thou art falling sun

The proud will be

He not heel
Nor a bow
curses to the wind
And lo the wrath of God swept

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

fucking more

And with these words like heavy stone against that gilded throne
With many legions still in tow, he his wings to flee
His a picture 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 through ravines
To sluice away the guilt slithered like a Serpent tongue to Eve
For once as I in Heaven climbed too high for truth to see
My sunken mind, and blind, saw the lie that fool was me

Alone and cold, face to the
dark gates with no way back
His crown of faded to black
Like a upon the heart that lingers

With
Culture shock lengths
Of to hang high
Ten by snaked about his upraised fingers