Luyện nghe bài hát Rise of the Pentagram

One dark afternoon like a I flew
the rain that fell sick with lament
To this house of incest for when we
Blasphemies against were 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 uncivil at best

For ousted from Eden I all reason
Hooking like Saint Peter Pan
To haunt fairy and hot virgin cobes
the promiscuous one

I lovers and rejected others
Mephistresses that give a damn
But in those that still do my interest grew
The rise of the true