Luyện nghe bài hát Shat Out Of Hell

Eclipsing violent centuries like a dark scar France
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 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, out of hell

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

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

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

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

Demanding pleasures to 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 with the proof

Soon nightly, offerings 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
assailed were entered and impaled
In a of red regaled 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