Luyện nghe bài hát The Promise of Fever

In the
Rimmed with and storm
A great wrath of infinite math
Spat snarling form

And there was
Lit up precious stones
Each one could fall but for the
Of faith and love and thrones

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

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

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

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

From the sculptured lips of
Whom fate cruelly rent
Wtih strains of harmony
Each to grim portent

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

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

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

He paused to forbidden streams
That whispered promises
To drown His
For sports

These waters secrets
Liked raped Russian
evil and good
Tore His soul for

And drunk with the verse of first words
The of the universe
in rehearsed

Horror in numbers too to discern
The rotting of worlds to the worm
And a rare orchid so fragile in bloom
Espied breath under dark-sheeted moons

Feriluce
Reflected in a mirror
Climbing from the
Of time in divine

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

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

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

In the
Skinned well with tones
Of and ignorance
In equal measures

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