Luyện nghe bài hát Shat Out Of Hell

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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