Luyện nghe bài hát Shat Out Of Hell

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

Far from a deaths head on his sail
A light that would not fail her spell
But the crucifix was when his decadence prevailed
In a drench of red he was shat 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 gates of Babylon

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

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

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

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

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

Far from insanity exhaled
A full winter gale under it's spell
assailed were entered 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