Luyện nghe bài hát The Smoke of Her Burning

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

I should not smite with
And hurl thieves from paradise
For storms were as nothing more
a breeze next to this night

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

The chokin' smoke of Jerusalem
Six vices become

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

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

and played by God
Who but he
Scapegraced and me?
Now I wish to on his parade

Angels, clawed burnished wings
Still loyal, the seal
Bent on knees and
overkill

Know that you die like whores
And the cries of writhings shall rise
To please their Lord, so the sword
Side with me in

I am Methuselah of the
The moon come to harm
The spoken horns of

Drink the of my fury
darkened waters spur
The of war as judge and jury
And rapist

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

the gates to Heaven shut
The abyss leers in hissing
Unhilt the black grimoire of
Inscribe all names that God has

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