Luyện nghe bài hát The Clerical Conspiracy

"I have wealth beyond
My are words
by time in a tale of
such they cry to be heard.
Still a fool was I as
my begins,
yet like all considered
to be wise -
a for all things.
But the lessons I've
I never forget,
when your teacher is life
is survival and
is death.
>From early years I saw the
tunnel-vision eyes,
my cloistered philosophized
and fossilized,
in my belief was I -
assured throughout my the
only things that sustain me
were the of Jesus Christ."

"There is no way to a foe
who strikes the inside,
and once within we can to
smite this pride.
We shall their graven images
and them in the dirt,
for men can live in paradise
be the Devils work."
BROTHERS OF THE HOLY
"The conspiracy begins,
we shall wash your sins-
we come to purify,
to purge you of your
you of all sanity,
the 'truth' you to hear
we provide."

"How can we hope to save
when we know not of
ways,
one of us must journey
and then assuage.
Only we have this knowledge
can we our plans,
greet with a velvet glove-
then them 'neath an iron hand."
Christian armed with virtue-
afire with blind obsession
cannot see the 'twixt
and oppression

"These were the days I that
was mine,
when I worshipped
their gospels to be divine.
My life drifted by in a warm summer
and I thought I would bath in the
of our 'till the end of my days.
But mocked me-
and did bequest,
that the strength of my in
The Lord God be put to the test."

"My son your word is as
a you have been blessed,
your and faith in God doth
you for our quest.
You will sail to England
and their blasphemies,
for the first step in their
must be to learn of disease."

"For one so so great an honour
to be chosen for task,
have I the
I be worthy?
Questions that I not ask.
Was I to be a missionary
for lost to save-
or just pawn in their
power games?"
BROTHERS OF THE ORDER:
"The clerical begins,
we shall away your sins-
we come to purify,
to purge you of your
you of all sanity,
the you want to hear
we provide."

"How can we to save these
heathen we know not of
ways,
you Wat Brand journey southward-
infiltrate and assuage.
Only when we have this
can we our plans,
greet them with a glove-
then crush them 'neath an hand."
Christian soldiers armed virtue-
hearts afire with obsession
cannot see the difference
and oppression.

"And so with in my heart
I what had to be,
that I must tour foriegn shores-
my for company.
Those who had me
of pagan devils
With fearful tales of christian
since on their horns.
In my I will tell how we
all decieved-
for in truth I was not
as I had believed.
How could I have that the
they'd provide was to
show me far than I'd ever
imagined I have desired?
So would I learn
what a I had been,
there is more than one to a coin-
life is not what it ...
It's no than a dream."