Luyện nghe bài hát The Clerical Conspiracy

"I have beyond measure-
My treasures are
forged by in a tale of
beauty they cry to be heard.
Still a young was I as
my begins,
yet like all fools
to be wise -
a for all things.
But the lessons learned
I will forget,
when your is life then
success is and
is death.
>From early I saw the world
tunnel-vision eyes,
my cloistered mind
and fossilized,
secure in my was I -
throughout my life the
only things that sustain me
were the words of Christ."

"There is no way to a foe
who from the inside,
and once within we can to
this pagan pride.
We take their graven images
and them in the dirt,
for that men can live in
must be the work."
BROTHERS OF THE HOLY
"The conspiracy begins,
we shall wash away your
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 when we not of
ways,
one of us journey southward-
infiltrate and assuage.
when we have this knowledge
can we our plans,
greet with a velvet glove-
then them 'neath an iron hand."
Christian soldiers armed virtue-
hearts afire with blind
cannot see the 'twixt
compassion and

"These were the days I believed
was mine,
when I worshipped
believing their to be divine.
My life drifted by in a warm 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 strength of my in
The Lord God be put to the test."

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

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

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

"And so terror in my heart
I learned had to be,
that I must tour these foriegn
my for company.
Those who had me
of pagan devils
fearful 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 they'd was to
show me far than I'd ever
I could have desired?
So soon I learn
a fool I had been,
there is more than one side to a
life is not what it ...
no more than a dream."