Luyện nghe bài hát Shat Out Of Hell

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

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

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

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

Far fairytale the coffin and the nail
Descending to the pale under the
Of alchemists who failed to clench the menstrual
In a drench of red he was shat out of hell, shat out of hell

Grown so morbid war, the wine corrupted, nightmares spored
His Lord's betrayal played no more, he beat upon the door

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

Soon nightly, unsightly offerings were on a vulgar altar
And slowly, but surely the darkness 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 he was shat out of hell, shat out of hell

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