Luyện nghe bài hát The Smoke of Her Burning

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

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

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

The chokin' of Jerusalem burnin'
Six vices wrath

And though half-blind ravenin'
Like now I see
The end declared from the
Love won through my

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

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

Angels, clawed burnished wings
Still loyal, kiss the
on knees and harrowing
Promise

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

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

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

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

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

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