Luyện nghe bài hát Shat Out Of Hell

Eclipsing violent like a dark scar over France
Enter the Gilles de Rais
A and a scholar, he fought for Joan of Arc
Before she met with in flames

Far from a deaths head on his sail
A light that would not beneath her spell
But the crucifix was veiled his decadence prevailed
In a of red regaled he was shat out of hell, shat out of hell

in iniquity, a passion for awe in an age of grief
His wealth and led him on to the tainted gates of Babylon

Born the howling stars in a shower of golden Lys
A wolf cub with the world between his saber
Torn between of faith, the pious and the priests
He fed the children like he fed his mastiffs

Far from fairytale the and the nail
Descending to the under the spell
Of who failed to clench the menstrual grail
In a of red regaled he was shat out of hell, shat out of hell

Grown so morbid without war, the corrupted, nightmares spored
His Lord's betrayal played no more, he beat upon the devil's

Demanding pleasures to replace Joan of Arc, her grace
Had set aflame his heart with her truth
And she died, his life of pride was lost to God and in his crimes
He turned to raising Satan with the

Soon nightly, unsightly offerings made on a vulgar altar
And slowly, but surely the answered like a falling star

Far from fairytale insanity
A full blown winter gale under it's
Innocents assailed were entered and
In a drench of red regaled he was shat out of hell, shat out of

Perverse, seductive, as sin, an egotist, he mourned
Both war and glory, schooled to win whatever bored spawned