Luyện nghe bài hát Rise of the Pentagram

One dark afternoon like a shadow I
Through the rain that sick with lament
To house of incest for when we undressed
Blasphemies against were rent

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

For from Eden I fousted all reason
Hooking mouth 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 of the true Pentagram