Luyện nghe bài hát Deceiving Eyes

On the night all fell silent
And the clocks struck with the rain
A storm swept in with such
The dead rose to

The stars were as the weather
Lost in its cloak
The angels were warring, slick with
Falling like tears the thickening smoke

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

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

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

Your eyes
Are filled with lies and missed good
And serpents hissing

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

And with the tumult up above him
Isaac sought her shallow
As bolted through
The grim down-pouring
He the hallowed earth again

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

He bore the coffin her sorry lot
'Neath trees eaves were knotted with rot
Through ornate doors, unlocked
To her sarcophagus
And upon her face

Victoria, I to claim my prize
Stealing from the
the wrath of seething skies

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

I recall a day
The bathed your penitential scars
As I sat and washed the away

Now your stays
And the coldness of lips
like the first true kiss of winter

Pining for the dead on the stone floor
She was shining through her shroud
A amid the mad, this son of Adam had
A gift for the pretty nun

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

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

And with his driven lust
Her brushed his cheeks
They flickered with life, her limbs
Purring, licking teeth

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

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

deceiving eyes
Are with lies and missed good byes
And hissing revelations

Those eyes
They tell enough of how I fell in
the goddess re-arisen in you