Luyện nghe bài hát The Smoke of Her Burning

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

I should not with vengeance
And thieves down from paradise
For storms were as nothing more
Than a next to this night

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

The chokin' smoke of Jerusalem
Six vices wrath

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

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

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

Angels, clawed burnished wings
loyal, kiss the seal
Bent on knees and
Promise

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

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

the pouring of my fury
Those darkened 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 divine right to

Weld the gates to shut
The abyss in hissing ruts
Unhilt the black grimoire of
all names that God has left

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