Luyện nghe bài hát Rise of the Pentagram

One dark afternoon like a shadow I
Through the rain fell sick with lament
To this of incest for when we undressed
Blasphemies against Venus rent

were sister removed, her wet body approved
The of my heavenly quests
Yet all are not true, some are forked or askew
Like an serpent's at best

For ousted Eden I fousted all reason
mouth like Saint Peter Pan
To fairy groves and hot virgin cobes
Wherein the one

I elected lovers and others
Mephistresses that don't a damn
But in that still do my deep interest grew
The rise of the Pentagram