Luyện nghe bài hát The Clerical Conspiracy

"I have wealth measure-
My are words
forged by in a tale 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 never forget,
when teacher is life then
success is and
is death.
>From early I saw the world
tunnel-vision eyes,
my mind philosophized
and fossilized,
secure in my was I -
assured throughout my the
only things that sustain me
were the words of Christ."

"There is no way to a foe
who strikes the inside,
and once we can begin to
smite pagan 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 clerical begins,
we shall away your sins-
we come to purify,
to purge you of liberty-
you of all sanity,
the 'truth' you want to
we provide."

"How can we to save these
heathen we know not of
ways,
one of us must southward-
and then assuage.
Only when we have knowledge
can we our plans,
greet them with a velvet
then crush them 'neath an hand."
Christian soldiers with virtue-
hearts afire with blind
cannot see the difference
and oppression

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

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

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

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

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