Luyện nghe bài hát The Smoke of Her Burning

Earth and sea cower from my
As I climb the skies
sins towered Heaven high for me
From whence I see no why

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

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

The smoke of Jerusalem burnin'
Six vices wrath

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

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

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

Angels, clawed with burnished
Still loyal, kiss the
Bent on and harrowing
overkill

Know that you shall die like
And the cries of your shall rise
To their Lord, so before the sword
with me in slaughter

I am of the tribulation
The child come to harm
The horns of desolation

the pouring of my fury
Those darkened spur
The brink of war as judge and
And rapist

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

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

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