Luyện nghe bài hát The Smoke of Her Burning

Earth and sea cower from my
As I into the skies
sins towered Heaven high for me
From I see no reason why

I not smite with vengeance
And hurl thieves down from
For storms before as nothing more
Than a breeze next to this

I am Methuselah of the
The moon come to harm
A riot of stars, shaken from station

The chokin' of Jerusalem burnin'
Six vices become

And though with ravenin'
Phineus now I see
The end declared from the
won through my defeat

But now I fear I will never
On her again
I shall glimpse instead, the red
Of faces pressed to bloodstained

Betrayed and by God
Who but he
and goated me?
Now I wish to on his parade

Angels, clawed with wings
loyal, kiss the seal
Bent on and harrowing
overkill

Know that you die like whores
And the cries of your writhings rise
To please Lord, so before the sword
with me in slaughter

I am of the tribulation
The child come to harm
The spoken of desolation

the pouring of my fury
Those waters spur
The brink of war as and jury
And executioner

Our is short, the horsemen ride
A foul-breathed chorea howls,
Damnation and a day has
This right to genocide

Weld the gates to shut
The abyss leers in hissing
Unhilt the grimoire of death
Inscribe all names God has left

I lived the drams of and men
But now the nightmares, again
Now the nightmares come