Luyện nghe bài hát The Smoke of Her Burning

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

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

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

The smoke of Jerusalem burnin'
Six vices wrath

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

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

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

Angels, clawed with wings
loyal, kiss the seal
Bent on and harrowing
Promise

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

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

Drink the of my fury
darkened waters spur
The brink of war as and jury
And rapist

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

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

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