Luyện nghe bài hát Shat Out Of Hell

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

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

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

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

Far from fairytale the coffin and the
to the pale under the spell
Of alchemists who to clench the menstrual grail
In a drench of red regaled he was shat out of hell, shat out of

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

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

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

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

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