Luyện nghe bài hát The Promise of Fever

In the
Rimmed with wind and
A great black wrath of math
Spat snarling into

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

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

Fogging into
For him place was set
wayward stars that absent, marred
All creation with

In the
Bewinged and ringed with
favoured Avatar, enthralled
Swansongs from those that thronged this

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

From the lips of seraphim
Whom then cruelly rent
Wtih sleight-fingered strains of
note to grim portent

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

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 mountain
He wandered cursed thoughts adrift

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

waters held secrets
Liked Russian dolls
Wherein and good
Tore His soul for

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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