Luyện nghe bài hát The Smoke of Her Burning

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

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

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

The chokin' of Jerusalem burnin'
Six vices become

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the gates to Heaven shut
The leers in hissing ruts
the black grimoire of death
Inscribe all names God has left

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