Luyện nghe bài hát Morbid Glory (Gilles De Rais 1404-1440)

As a hero battle
At the side of of Arc
Marshalls of France
Gilles de
You were the one to
an priest
Never afraid to the enemy
However the night longs
for Him shadows on the
reflect which cannot
the light of day
Appreciating art and Alchemy
But the vile thoughts
and poison his mind
As a Emperor of Lust
Raping and little boys,
a romance of Death kissing
a Child's head
But his end was
(so was) but no fear
He showed as (once) battle