Luyện nghe bài hát An Enemy Led The Tempest

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

An electric scent drear decay
Lent a violent to their serenades
Through white glades as his parade
to silhouette and to sharpen dull razors

Within vast skies unversed in
His might
And blew light to gray
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 broke from Heaven's farthest shore
Descending to eclipse all hope, repentance might stay war

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

Incensed anew, tore
Like frenzied of prey
Through temple
Through before the midnight masses

And where once bliss 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 thistled
Thou hast bred hate where there dwelt and for this grave mistake
How thou art falling sun

The will be abased

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

Thou art no more an Angel filled with
But a leech to be
And thou shalt suffer my will
this raven nevermore

Never fucking

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 place
The dawn of time and to face, through all eternity

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 Heaven climbed too high for to truly see
My sunken mind, and blind, saw the lie that fool was me

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

With
Culture wave lengths
Of to hang high
Ten commandments by snaked his upraised fingers