Luyện nghe bài hát Rise of the Pentagram

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

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

For ousted from Eden I fousted all
Hooking like Saint Peter Pan
To haunt groves and hot virgin cobes
Wherein the one

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