Luyện nghe bài hát An Enemy Led The Tempest

As precedes 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 and the damage done

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

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

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

He not heel nor fake 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 temple
Through east before the masses

And once bliss reigned so serene
In glades
Now veins ran
Like eyes that shied from ashes

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

The proud will be

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 shalt suffer my will
Quoth raven nevermore

fucking more

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

I wept for him a red river that 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, drunken and blind, saw the lie fool was me

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

thrill-kill
Culture shock wave
Of rope to hang
Ten commandments by about his upraised fingers