Luyện nghe bài hát An Enemy Led The Tempest

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As precedes a downfall, so he took his place before the firewall
Of dissonant 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 surge to their
Through white glades as his parade
Bent to silhouette and to sharpen razors

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

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

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

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

And where once reigned so serene
In glades
Now veins ran
Like eyes shied from kindred ashes

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

The will be abased

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

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

Never fucking

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

I wept for him a deep red river that ran like blood through scarred
To sluice away the guilt that slithered 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 gates with no way
His crown of gold faded to
Like a bruise upon the heart lingers

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