Luyện nghe bài hát Deceiving Eyes

On the night all mirrors silent
And the clocks struck with the rain
A storm in with such violence
The dead to complain

The were ill-crossed as the weather
Lost in its cloak
The angels warring, slick with endeavor
Falling like through the thickening smoke

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

Victoria, I come to claim my
Stealing from the
'Neath the wrath of seething

For though you the palm of Satan
With those moonlit thighs
I knew the beast second place
When I looked into your

deceiving eyes
Are filled lies and missed good byes
And serpents hissing

Your deceiving
They tell enough of how I fell in
the goddess creeping deep inside you

And with the tumult up above him
Isaac sought her grave
As lightning through
The grim rain
He struck the hallowed again

Having at the soil like a man insane
threw his at the poisonous cosmos
And from pit of shame

He bore the from her sorry lot
'Neath trees whose eaves were with rot
Through ornate chapel doors,
To her sarcophagus
And gaze upon her

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

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

I a summer's day
The bathed your penitential scars
As I sat and washed the away

Now your body
And the coldness of lips
Eclipse the first true kiss of winter

Pining for the dead on the stone spread
She was through her winding shroud
A amid the mad, this son of Adam had
A for the pretty young nun

A wrought of twining snakes
Two gold illicit
He laid it at her throat where the had wrung
He was burning from the furnace of his 'roused

He wrested with
To be or
She was for ovation
Her sumptuous form, the storm

And with his lust exploding
Her brushed his cheeks
They with life, her limbs enfolding
Purring, wicked teeth

Victoria, I to claim my prize
Stealing the convent
'Neath the wrath of skies

For though you greased the palm of
those moonlit silver thighs
You have him just for me
I see it in eyes

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

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