Luyện nghe bài hát Deceiving Eyes

On the night all mirrors silent
And the clocks struck accord with the
A storm swept in such violence
The dead rose to

The stars ill-crossed as the weather
in its bitumen cloak
The were warring, slick with endeavor
Falling tears through the thickening smoke

Blood redeems, torn asunder
A of souls scream on the rolling 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 you greased the palm of Satan
With those moonlit thighs
I knew the took second place
I looked into your eyes

Your deceiving
Are filled with lies and good byes
And hissing revelations

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

And the tumult up above him roaring
Isaac her shallow grave
As lightning bolted
The grim down-pouring
He struck the hallowed again

Having torn at the like a man insane
his fists at the poisonous cosmos
And that pit of shame

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

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

For though you greased the of Satan
With those silver thighs
mockery of rosaries
His needs will rival
His will never rival mine

I a summer's day
The sunlight your penitential scars
As I sat and the blood away

Now your stays
And the coldness of your
Eclipse like the true kiss of winter

Pining for the dead on the floor spread
She was through her winding shroud
A moon amid the mad, son of Adam had
A gift for the pretty nun

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

He with temptation
To be or
She was undressed for
Her form, the storm revealed

And his driven lust exploding
Her lashes his cheeks
They with life, her limbs enfolding
Purring, licking wicked

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

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

Those deceiving
Are filled with lies and missed good
And serpents revelations

deceiving eyes
They tell of how I fell in love
the goddess re-arisen in you