Luyện nghe bài hát The Church

Chapter I: Whispers

Standing in its shadow, the old shows its age
and decay hang like a pall about the place
The vacant structure,
by rusty gate confined
A of the dimly sinister, which I cannot define

Dark whispers, tales of
From unknown, vast gulf of night
What monstrous evil dwelt and left its mark,
from the light?

Legends are evoked, fear of something locked
behind the door
Some are better left to rest in peace,
Alone in the blackness

The square is quiet, the church yard overgrown
A few people in the distance, I approach a
He of priestly warnings, foul things of days gone past
And a cult that summoned evil, in dark days didn't last

Dark whispers, of superstition
From some unknown, vast of night
What monstrous evil dwelt and left its mark,
shuttered from the

Legends are evoked, fear of locked away
the darkest door
Some things are left to rest in peace,
in the blackness forevermore

The dark took root within the church's gothic walls,
Sometimes town would go missing,
A still unsolved
It took a priest to exorcise the beast
Drive out the heretics, but some believe
the evil lies in

Now I'm edging to the church's iron gate
Missing bars provide me entrance to the and my fate
My trespass is revealed by those who make the
They back away, as if they know the cost

Amidst the rot and tangles I search for
locked, I walk the path around the stone blockade
A cellar window, passage to within the church's
I struggle with my fear, but still I hear the

Chapter II:

the dark,
I let myself to the concrete floor
Within the vast cellar of shadows,
my I enforce
A archway to the right
to the upper floor
I the worn stone steps
The I deplore

as any imagining,
as if my weird came to life
Strange feelings, eyes me,
a malignant presence I describe

I fumble light,
A blind man feeling with his
Stopped by a closed
in dark as as night
Pushed to a corridor,
lit my eyes do glance
The hall revealed,
through glass rays of light

as any imagining,
as if my weird tales came to
feelings, eyes upon me,
a malignant presence I can't

dress the pews
The holds the dust of time
The cross of an faith,
adorned in filth and
a vestry room are shelves
of mildewed, books
Black, volumes
of or unknown

as any imagining,
as if my weird tales came to
feelings, eyes upon me,
a malignant presence I describe

This was once the seat
of evil older than
The they prove it
The rumors had not lied

Characters and
on the printed
Occult, and forgotten
the darkest age
I see the of Dzyan,
the
Books of magic,
darkest

a ruined desk,
I find a black book
A record of entries
in cryptograph
I the symbols
from days of past
The small I take with me
The code I must

Am I the one to
the pervasive fear
that left the church
for sixty years?
Am I the one
to tread these halls
since the of rumor
and cultists' fall?

III: The Ascent

Through the dust and silken
I on, I will not be deterred,
to the front
A reveals stairs
It with just one step
and leads to my

Spiral motion, me up
Anticipation, me on

Upward proceeding,
in winding, twisting
The windows a city
in
Church lies above
I await with bated
It all so unreal

Spiral motion, me up
Anticipation, me on

a few more steps,
to end epic quest,
a few more steps
Just a few more

Chapter IV: The Shining

At I reach the summit,
The tower has no
I see a stone pillar center
A box atop,
from time and space
a shining crystal, black as hate

as if by magic,
Shining holds my gaze
I see of great stone towers
Alien

Around the pillar a circle,
Seven chairs
and cryptic carvings
of unknown origin
The peculiar
the power to

Titan mountains, of wonder,
clouded by a
in vague blackness,
struggling hard to away

Chapter V:

My are pulled away,
a skeleton in suit of grey
A steeple as a
How did he meet this
He wears a badge
of black,
clutched in bone hand
The past his illustrate
of the church's darkest fate
Professor Enoch buys the church
Back from Egypt, so starts the

1848, ten disappeared,
of blood sacrifice
are on the air

Spectres from the reduced to dust and ash
Within the church's walls, rites recalled
Message from the past, the conspiracy is
Within the crystal stone, into the unknown

The priest of devil worship
and a box from Egypt's
It calls something from the
and is by the light

Some the crystal shows them heaven
and The Haunter of the tells secrets in some way
They call the Haunter forth void of blackness
Only light can send it back from it came

1857, they call it up by gaze,
The of Starry Wisdom
day by day

Some claim the crystal them heaven
and The Haunter of the Dark tells secrets in way
They call the Haunter from void of blackness
Only light can send it back from whence it

Spectres from the reduced to dust and ash
Within the church's walls, unholy recalled
Message from the past, the conspiracy is
the crystal stone, into the great unknown

Too many years of mystery
Opinion of the public finally
The time is right for justice,
All that's left are from those dark days

The crystal me in again,
by far off worlds
Panic breaks the
connection,
somehow our are entwined
I feel it there me,
The of the Dark

I slam the lid down on the crystal stone
I movement from above, I know I'm not alone
A monster in the steeple, I fear for my
I run from the church and the night
Back to the sane central of my home
Away from this nightmare, nevermore to Hill