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
From whence I see no why

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

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

The chokin' of Jerusalem burnin'
Six vices wrath

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

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

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

Angels, with burnished wings
Still loyal, the seal
Bent on knees and
overkill

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

I am Methuselah of the
The moon child to harm
The horns of desolation

Drink the pouring of my
darkened waters spur
The brink of war as judge and
And executioner

Our time is short, the ride
A foul-breathed chorea howls,
Damnation and a day has
divine right to genocide

Weld the to Heaven shut
The abyss leers in hissing
Unhilt the black grimoire of
Inscribe all that God has left

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