Luyện nghe bài hát An Enemy Led The Tempest

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

An electric over drear decay
a violent surge to their serenades
Through white as his winged parade
Bent to silhouette and to sharpen dull

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

thunder seethed and wreathed in thickening night
A line was drawn midst wrong and right and across the of thieves
As love fell choked, the tempest broke from farthest shore
Descending to eclipse all hope, repentance might holy war

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

Incensed anew, tore
Like frenzied beasts of
Through doors
Through east before the masses

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

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

The will be abased

He would not
Nor a bow
Murmur to the wind
And lo the wrath of God down

Thou art no more an filled with light
But a to be abhorred
And thou shalt suffer my burning
Quoth this raven

Never fucking

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

I wept for him a deep red river ran like blood through scarred ravines
To sluice away the guilt that slithered like a tongue to Eve
For once as I in 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 gates no way back
His crown of faded to black
Like a bruise upon the that lingers

With
Culture wave lengths
Of rope to high
Ten by snaked about his upraised fingers