Luyện nghe bài hát The Smoke of Her Burning

Earth and sea cower from my
As I climb into the
Atop towered Heaven high for me
whence I see no reason why

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

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

The chokin' smoke of Jerusalem
Six become wrath

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

But now I fear I will peer
On her radiance
I shall instead, the slurried red
Of faces to bloodstained panes

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 and harrowing
overkill

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

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

Drink the pouring of my
Those waters spur
The brink of war as and jury
And executioner

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

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

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