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 rose to complain

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

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

Victoria, I come to claim my
Stealing the convent
the wrath of seething skies

For though you greased the palm of
With those silver thighs
I the beast took second place
When I looked your eyes

Your eyes
Are filled with lies and missed byes
And serpents revelations

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

And with the tumult up above him
Isaac sought her grave
As lightning bolted
The down-pouring rain
He struck the hallowed again

torn at the soil like a man insane
threw his at the poisonous cosmos
And that pit of shame

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

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

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

I a summer's day
The sunlight bathed your scars
As I sat and washed the blood

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

Pining for the on the stone floor spread
She was shining her winding shroud
A moon amid the mad, 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 the furnace of his 'roused desire

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

And his driven lust exploding
Her lashes brushed his
They flickered life, her limbs enfolding
Purring, wicked teeth

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

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

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

Those deceiving
tell enough of how I fell in love
With the re-arisen in you