Luyện nghe bài hát Deceiving Eyes

On the all mirrors fell silent
And the clocks struck accord the rain
A storm swept in with violence
The rose to complain

The stars ill-crossed as the weather
Lost in its bitumen
The angels were warring, slick with
Falling like tears through the smoke

Blood redeems, heaven torn
A flood of souls scream on the rolling
Blood redeems, heaven torn
She stirs from dreams, barely three feet

Victoria, I to claim my prize
from the convent
'Neath the of seething skies

For though you the palm of Satan
With moonlit silver thighs
I knew the took second place
When I looked your eyes

Your deceiving
Are filled with and missed good byes
And serpents hissing

Your deceiving
tell enough of how I fell in love
With the goddess creeping deep you

And the tumult up above him roaring
Isaac sought her shallow
As bolted through
The grim rain
He the hallowed earth again

torn at the soil like a man insane
threw his fists at the cosmos
And from that pit of

He bore the from her sorry lot
'Neath whose eaves were knotted with rot
ornate chapel doors, unlocked
To her sarcophagus
And gaze her face

Victoria, I come to my prize
from the convent
'Neath the of seething skies

For though you greased the palm of
With moonlit silver thighs
Making mockery of
His needs never rival
His needs will never mine

I recall a day
The sunlight your penitential scars
As I sat and washed the blood

Now your body
And the of your lips
Eclipse like the first true kiss of

for the dead on the stone floor spread
She was shining her winding shroud
A moon amid the mad, this son of had
A gift for the pretty nun

A necklace wrought of twining
Two gold tongues
He laid it at her throat where the rope had
He was from the furnace of his 'roused desire

He wrested temptation
To be or
She was for ovation
Her sumptuous form, the revealed

And with his driven lust
Her lashes brushed his
They flickered with life, her limbs
Purring, licking wicked

Victoria, I to claim my prize
from the convent
'Neath the wrath of seething

For though you the palm of Satan
With moonlit silver thighs
You left him just for me
I see it in deceiving

Those eyes
Are filled with and missed good byes
And serpents hissing

Those eyes
They tell enough of how I in love
With the goddess in you