Luyện nghe bài hát The Promise of Fever

In the
with wind and storm
A black wrath of infinite math
Spat into form

And there was
Lit up with precious
one could fall but for the rule
Of faith and and stronger thrones

And therein vast wonders
to be seen
Fathered from the
of a dream

Fogging nightmare
For him whose was set
wayward stars that absent, marred
All creation with

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

With Gabriel and
He with fierce intent
For loyalty, joy to see
Him spur the hymns to

the sculptured lips of seraphim
Whom fate cruelly rent
Wtih strains of harmony
Each note to portent

As grinnning nimbus
Over spires
For Him that blazed with praise
for a jealous God was meant

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

Sweet music swathed the breeze
curling tongues that lapped His lead
As through thick mist
He wandered cursed thoughts adrift

He paused to forbidden streams
That siren promises
To drown His
For amiss

These waters held
Liked Russian dolls
Wherein and good
His soul for control

And drunk the verse of desire's first words
The weight of the
Slunk in

in numbers too great to discern
The of worlds to the conqueror worm
And love a rare so fragile in bloom
Espied gasping breath under moons

Shining
Reflected in a mirror
Climbing the noose
Of time in divine

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

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

waters hid visions
Like in war
the course
Of blood evermore

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

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