Luyện nghe bài hát The Promise of Fever

In the
Rimmed wind and storm
A great black wrath of math
Spat snarling form

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

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

Fogging into
For him whose was set
With wayward stars absent, marred
All creation their

In the
and ringed with dawn
This Avatar, enthralled
from those that thronged this shore

With and Michael
He shone with fierce
For loyalty, joy to see
Him the hymns to heaven

From the sculptured lips of
Whom fate then cruelly
Wtih sleight-fingered strains of
Each to grim portent

As grinnning nimbus
spires arabesque
For Him that blazed with holy
That for a jealous God was

Shining
Lustrous scourge of fallen
in glory, flew
To lakes in altitudes

Sweet haunting swathed the breeze
curling tongues that lapped His lead
As thick mountain mist
He wandered cursed with adrift

He paused to draught streams
That whispered promises
To drown His
For amiss

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

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

Horror in too great to discern
The rotting of worlds to the conqueror
And love a orchid so fragile in bloom
Espied gasping under dark-sheeted moons

Feriluce
Reflected in a mirror
from the noose
Of time in servitude

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

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

Those waters hid
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 morning
His pride and deep inside
Felt chill shadows their cards