Luyện nghe bài hát The Clerical Conspiracy

"I wealth beyond measure-
My are words
forged by in a tale of
such they cry to be heard.
a young fool was I as
my begins,
yet like all considered
myself to be -
a for all things.
But the lessons I've
I will forget,
when your is life then
is survival and
is death.
>From early I saw the world
through eyes,
my cloistered philosophized
and fossilized,
secure in my was I -
assured throughout my the
things that could 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 pagan pride.
We shall take their graven
and them in the dirt,
for that men can in paradise
must be the work."
OF THE HOLY ORDER:
"The clerical begins,
we shall wash away sins-
we have to purify,
to you of your liberty-
you of all sanity,
the 'truth' you to hear
we provide."

"How can we hope to save
heathen we know not of
ways,
one of us journey southward-
infiltrate and assuage.
Only when we have this
can we our plans,
greet them with a glove-
then them 'neath an iron hand."
Christian soldiers with virtue-
hearts afire with obsession
cannot see the difference
compassion and

"These the days I believed that
was mine,
when I apostles
believing their to be divine.
My life drifted by in a warm summer
and I thought I bath in the light
of our 'till the end of my days.
But mocked me-
and did bequest,
that the of my faith in
The God Almighty be put to the test."

"My son your is matchless as
a scribe you been blessed,
your skill and in God doth
you for our quest.
You will sail to England
and recount blasphemies,
for the step in their cure
be to learn of theit disease."

"For one so young so an honour
to be chosen for task,
I the stength-
would I be
Questions I dared not ask.
Was I to be a missionary
for lost souls to
or just pawn in their
power games?"
BROTHERS OF THE HOLY
"The clerical begins,
we shall wash your sins-
we come to purify,
to purge you of liberty-
you of all sanity,
the 'truth' you to hear
we provide."

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

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