Luyện nghe bài hát The Clerical Conspiracy

"I have beyond measure-
My treasures are
forged by time in a of
such they cry to be heard.
Still a 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 teacher is life
success is and
is death.
>From years I saw the world
through eyes,
my cloistered philosophized
and fossilized,
in my belief 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 within we can begin to
this pagan pride.
We take their graven images
and them in the dirt,
for that men can live in
be the Devils work."
BROTHERS OF THE ORDER:
"The conspiracy begins,
we shall away your sins-
we come to purify,
to purge you of your
you of all sanity,
the 'truth' you want to
we provide."

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

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

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

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

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

"And so with terror in my
I what had to be,
that I must tour these shores-
my for company.
who had preceded me
of devils warned-
With fearful tales of christian
since martyred on horns.
In my I will tell how we
all decieved-
for in I was hunted not
as I had believed.
How could I have known the
they'd provide was to
show me far more I'd ever
I could have desired?
So would I learn
a fool I had been,
there is more than one side to a
life is not it seems ...
no more than a dream."