Luyện nghe bài hát An Enemy Led The Tempest

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

An electric scent drear decay
Lent a violent surge to their
Through white as his winged parade
Bent to silhouette and to dull razors

vast skies unversed in starkness
His might
And blew light to gray
And worse, a third of stars to

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

He would not heel nor a bow
Murmur curses to the
Enraged, he in a Balrog howls
a storm firstborn of sin

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

And where once reigned so serene
In sweeter
Now ran openly
Like eyes that shied kindred ashes

When suddenly shone a hideous light
And a voice three inanities soared up in thistled speech
Thou hast bred hate where there dwelt 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 wrath of God down

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

Never more

And with these words like stone cast against that gilded throne
With many legions still in tow, he turned his 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 that ran like blood through scarred ravines
To sluice away the guilt that slithered like a tongue to Eve
For once as I in Heaven too high for truth to truly see
My sunken mind, drunken and blind, saw the lie that was me

and cold, face to the crack
Beyond dark with no way back
His of gold faded to black
a bruise upon the heart that lingers

With
Culture shock lengths
Of rope to high
Ten commandments by snaked about his upraised