Luyện nghe bài hát Shat Out Of Hell

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

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

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

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

Far fairytale the coffin and the nail
Descending to the pale the spell
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 without war, the 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 heart with her truth
And when she died, his of pride was lost to God and in his crimes
He to raising Satan with the proof

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

Far from insanity exhaled
A full blown winter gale it's spell
Innocents assailed were 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
Both war and glory, to win whatever bored imagination spawned