Luyện nghe bài hát The Clerical Conspiracy

"I have beyond measure-
My treasures are
forged by in a tale of
such they cry to be heard.
a young fool was I as
my begins,
yet like all fools
myself to be -
a for all things.
But the I've learned
I never forget,
when your teacher is life
success is and
is death.
>From early I saw the world
through eyes,
my cloistered mind
and fossilized,
in my belief was I -
assured my life the
only things that could me
were the of Jesus Christ."

"There is no way to a foe
who strikes the inside,
and once we can begin to
smite pagan pride.
We take their graven images
and grind in the dirt,
for men can live in paradise
must be the work."
BROTHERS OF THE HOLY
"The conspiracy begins,
we shall away your sins-
we have to purify,
to purge you of your
you of all sanity,
the you want to hear
we provide."

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

"These were the days I that
was mine,
when I apostles
their gospels to be divine.
My life drifted by in a warm summer
and I thought I would in the light
of our lord the end of my days.
But destiny me-
and did bequest,
the strength of my faith in
The God Almighty be put to the test."

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

"For one so young so great an
to be chosen for task,
have I the
I be worthy?
Questions I dared not ask.
Was I to be a missionary
for souls to save-
or just another pawn in
power games?"
BROTHERS OF THE HOLY
"The clerical begins,
we wash away your sins-
we have to purify,
to you of your liberty-
you of all sanity,
the 'truth' you to hear
we provide."

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

"And so terror in my heart
I learned had to be,
that I must tour foriegn shores-
my for company.
who had preceded me
of pagan warned-
With tales of christian souls
since on their horns.
In my tale I will how we
all decieved-
for in truth I was not
as I had believed.
How could I known that the
guide provide was to
show me far more than I'd
imagined I could desired?
So soon would I
what a I had been,
there is more than one side to a
is not what it seems ...
It's no than a dream."