Luyện nghe bài hát The Smoke of Her Burning

Earth and sea cower my screams
As I into the skies
Atop sins Heaven high for me
whence I see no reason why

I should not with vengeance
And hurl down from paradise
For storms before were as nothing
a breeze next to this night

I am Methuselah of the
The moon child come to
A riot of stars, shaken from their

The chokin' smoke of burnin'
Six become wrath

And though half-blind with
Phineus now I see
The end from the beginnin'
Love won through my

But now I fear I never peer
On her again
I shall instead, the slurried red
Of pressed to bloodstained panes

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

Angels, clawed with burnished
Still loyal, the seal
Bent on and harrowing
overkill

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

I am Methuselah of the
The moon child come to
The spoken of desolation

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

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

Weld the gates to Heaven
The abyss leers in ruts
Unhilt the grimoire of death
Inscribe all names that God has

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