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
her sisterhoods prayers

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

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

Like the Sister Victoria
Stepped in from the freezing
No candles light at evening mass

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

In truth, the abbess her pious whims
Enjoyed the new girl's
to the rest that the briers of sin
Entangled all the in Satan's name

Victoria Varco, heiress
To a proud noble
Fell by her recklessness
Who then fell foul to a fate

Such was here clime in expedient
And the of besmirching her name
Her was burnt
She was to these walls
For a in obedient chains

But not one
One precious little
Would this facade

Like the night Victoria
Woke in her room
She spent a spiraling from heaven

And as the wheezed and pained
Her grew more perverse
For no good reasons she would to
An alluring naked, save for jewels and verse

When eyelids close, on a moonlit shore
This intoxicating would appear
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 below the moon
Atop a dark-some

Ah, the spurting of his seed
The paradise
She the beast
Until the trembled

Forcing
Her licks her blood
That drips upon the
And almost out of
plots assemble

For somewhere in the walls
A Templar treasure
Forgotten to the
pleasures of the flesh

So, in for nightly runs
tongues and wisdom's hiss
She promised to the hunt
For an ancient chain amiss