Luyện nghe bài hát The Promise of Fever

In the
Rimmed with wind and
A black wrath of infinite math
snarling into form

And was heaven
Lit up with stones
Each one could but for the rule
Of faith and and stronger thrones

And therein rose vast
Affections to be
Fathered from the
of a dream

Fogging into
For him whose was set
With wayward that absent, marred
All creation with

In the
Bewinged and ringed with
This Avatar, enthralled
Swansongs those that thronged this shore

With and Michael
He shone with intent
For loyalty, joy to see
Him spur the hymns to

From the lips of seraphim
Whom fate then cruelly
Wtih strains of harmony
Each note to portent

As grinnning gathered
spires arabesque
For Him that blazed holy praise
That for a God was meant

Shining
scourge of fallen spirits
Basked in glory,
To in sacred altitudes

Sweet haunting music the breeze
With curling tongues that lapped His
As through thick mist
He wandered with thoughts adrift

He paused to forbidden streams
That siren promises
To His thirst
For sports

These waters held
Liked Russian dolls
evil and good
Tore His for control

And with the verse of desire's first words
The weight of the
in rehearsed

Horror in numbers too to discern
The rotting of to the conqueror worm
And love a rare orchid so fragile in
Espied gasping under dark-sheeted moons

Shining
in a jaded mirror
Climbing the noose
Of time in servitude

And a strange new melody
Of will and fantasies
Whetted by the veiled,
Danced from His ashen

In red scores, the silver scream
Of truth and Her scenes
Was taken up as far it
As God His eclipsed

Those hid visions
butchers in war
Perverting the
Of blood evermore

In the
Skinned well with tones
Of countenance and
In measures sewn

A arc of Angels
Sworn to the star
Shared His pride and deep
Felt chill shadows their cards