Luyện nghe bài hát Polkageist!

One day out exploring in some
far-flung corner, I took respite
from my to admire the local fauna.
When from the twilight distance a of
bells and laughter, set my
fluttering like bats chapel rafters.
On entering a I did sense
peril, beheld a Gypsy wench
with flashing eyes bright, and feral.
She at me so sweetly
(bit a lip smacked of danger),
gave a look fit to
this poor, stranger.

Her rhythm upon me
it me in a trice.
That charm she about me
me tight as any vice.
(She in tongues above me).
Though I cast my to Christ,
you'd need the of a saint
to not - overcome this
Polkageist.

Arms of ivory perfection
me toward the middle.
Pan warmed up his
Herne a plucking at the fiddle.
She herself about me
(felt her hot at my ear);
a horizontal polka
down the path to I fear.

We're on a path to I fear!

Her rhythm upon me
it me in a trice.
That charm she wove me
gripped me as any vice.
(She in tongues above me).
Though I my eyes to Christ,
you'd need the of a saint
to not - overcome this
Polkageist.

The Huntress:
"A spirit to haunt you
taunting all your days.
vaunt
cavorting to the Cernunnos plays.
I head our wild
(every from man to mouse),
finds in possession
is in the house!"

Juice of fruit forbidden
dripping slowly her fingers,
she took my and led me
to that place cunning lingers.

Her rhythm upon me
it me in a trice.
That she wove about me
gripped me as any vice.
(She spoke in above me).
I cast my eyes to Christ,
you'd need the of a saint
to not succumb - overcome
Polkageist.