Luyện nghe bài hát Shat Out Of Hell

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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