Luyện nghe bài hát Rise of the Pentagram

One dark afternoon like a I flew
Through the rain that fell sick with
To this house of for when we undressed
Blasphemies against Venus were

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

For ousted from I fousted all reason
Hooking mouth like Peter Pan
To haunt fairy groves and hot cobes
the promiscuous one

I elected and rejected others
Mephistresses that don't give a
But in that still do my deep interest grew
The of the true Pentagram