Luyện nghe bài hát The Promise of Fever

In the
with wind and storm
A great wrath of infinite math
snarling into form

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

And therein rose vast
Affections to be
from the plundered
Reflections of a

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

In the
Bewinged and ringed dawn
favoured Avatar, enthralled
Swansongs from those thronged this shore

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

From the lips of seraphim
Whom fate cruelly rent
Wtih sleight-fingered of harmony
Each to grim portent

As grinnning gathered
Over arabesque
For Him blazed with holy praise
That for a jealous God was

Feriluce
Lustrous scourge of spirits
Basked in glory,
To in sacred altitudes

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

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

These waters held
Liked raped dolls
Wherein evil and
Tore His for control

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

Horror in numbers too great to
The rotting of worlds to the conqueror
And love a rare orchid so in bloom
Espied gasping breath under moons

Feriluce
Reflected in a jaded
Climbing from the
Of time in servitude

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

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

Those waters hid
Like in war
Perverting the
Of life's evermore

In the
Skinned well gibbous tones
Of and ignorance
In equal sewn

A marbled arc of
to the morning star
Shared His pride and inside
Felt shadows sweep their cards