Luyện nghe bài hát An Enemy Led The Tempest

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

An electric over drear decay
Lent a violent to their serenades
Through white glades as his winged
Bent to silhouette and to dull razors

Within vast skies in starkness
His might
And blew hues to gray
And worse, a of stars to darkness

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

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

Incensed anew, rebellions
frenzied beasts of prey
Through doors
east before the midnight masses

And where once bliss reigned so
In sweeter
Now veins ran
Like eyes that shied from ashes

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

The proud will be

He would not
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 my burning will
this raven nevermore

Never more

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

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

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

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