Luyện nghe bài hát The Clerical Conspiracy

"I have wealth beyond
My treasures are
forged by time in a of
beauty they cry to be heard.
Still a young 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 your teacher is then
success is and
is death.
>From early I saw the world
through eyes,
my cloistered mind
and fossilized,
secure in my was I -
throughout my life the
only things that could me
were the words of Christ."

"There is no way to a foe
who from the inside,
and within we can begin to
smite this pride.
We take their graven images
and grind in the dirt,
for that men can in paradise
be the Devils work."
BROTHERS OF THE HOLY
"The clerical begins,
we shall wash away sins-
we have to purify,
to purge you of your
you of all sanity,
the 'truth' you want to
we provide."

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

"These were the days I believed
was mine,
when I apostles
believing their to be divine.
My life drifted by in a warm haze-
and I thought I would in the light
of our 'till 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 been blessed,
your skill and faith in God
you for our quest.
You will sail to England
and their blasphemies,
for the first step in cure
be to learn of theit disease."

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

"How can we hope to save
heathen we know not of
ways,
you Wat Brand journey southward-
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 afire with blind
cannot see the difference
and oppression.

"And so terror in my heart
I what had to be,
that I must tour these shores-
my for company.
who had preceded me
of pagan warned-
With fearful of christian souls
martyred 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
they'd provide was to
show me far more I'd ever
imagined I could have
So would I learn
what a I had been,
there is more than one side to a
life is not what it ...
no more than a dream."