Luyện nghe bài hát The Clerical Conspiracy

"I have wealth beyond
My are words
forged by time in a of
such they cry to be heard.
Still a fool was I as
my begins,
yet like all considered
to be wise -
a for all things.
But the I've learned
I will forget,
when your teacher is life
is survival and
is death.
>From early I saw the world
tunnel-vision eyes,
my cloistered mind
and fossilized,
in my belief was I -
assured my life the
only things could sustain me
the words of Jesus Christ."

"There is no way to a foe
who strikes the inside,
and once within we can to
smite this pride.
We shall take graven images
and them in the dirt,
for men can live in paradise
be the Devils work."
BROTHERS OF THE HOLY
"The conspiracy begins,
we shall wash away sins-
we come to purify,
to you of your liberty-
you of all sanity,
the you want to hear
we provide."

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

"These were the I believed that
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 'till the end of my days.
But mocked me-
and did bequest,
the strength of my faith in
The Lord God 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 sail to Southern England
and recount blasphemies,
for the first in their cure
must be to of theit disease."

"For one so young so an honour
to be chosen for task,
have I the
I be worthy?
Questions that I not ask.
Was I to be a missionary
for lost souls to
or just pawn in their
power games?"
BROTHERS OF THE ORDER:
"The clerical begins,
we shall wash away your
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
when we know not of
ways,
you Wat Brand must journey
infiltrate and assuage.
Only when we this knowledge
can we our plans,
greet them with a velvet
then crush 'neath an iron hand."
Christian armed with virtue-
afire with blind obsession
cannot see the difference
and oppression.

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