Luyện nghe bài hát The Nun with the Astral Habit

The world was her cloister, the abbess
In the at all hallows fair
A pearl in an she shone like a star
Augmenting her prayers

Her touched angels
And melted their
Her choirs the search
For the lost holy grail, the arts
And the of the Catholic Church

But if one
One precious little
Would darken this
There would be such

the night Sister Victoria
Stepped in from the freezing
No candles would light at mass

The passed by without a sigh
But dusk came thick with
Intangible, the air was of wanderlust
And bloodshed

In truth, the with her pious whims
the new girl's pain
Proof to the rest the briers of sin
Entangled all the world in Satan's

Victoria Varco, once
To a proud estate
Fell by her recklessness
Who then fell to a violent fate

Such was here in expedient times
And the of besmirching her name
Her child was
She was dragged to these
For a life in chains

But not one
One precious little
Would this facade

the night Sister Victoria
Woke screaming in her
She spent a week spiraling from

And as the seasons and pained
Her dreams more perverse
For no good she would to find
An alluring naked, save for jewels and verse

here eyelids close, on a moonlit shore
This intoxicating beauty would
The sweetest composed
Those abating rose
Tho whisper dirty in her ear

secrets

A dream a dream
She finds herself this
Abreast a dune
And the crescent moon
a dark-some stranger

Ah, the of his seed inside
The triggers
She the beast
the heavens trembled

Forcing
Her licks her blood
drips upon the sand
And out of hand
Coarse plots

For somewhere in the convent
A Templar treasure
Forgotten to the
Like of the flesh

So, in return for runs
tongues and wisdom's hiss
She to assist the hunt
For an golden chain amiss