Luyện nghe bài hát The Nun with the Astral Habit

The world was her cloister, the Duboir
In the convent at all fair
A pearl in an oyster she shone a star
Augmenting her prayers

Her singing angels
And melted their
Her choirs inspired the
For the holy grail, the Benedict arts
And the of the Catholic Church

But if one
One little thing
Would darken this
would be such consequences

Like the night Victoria
in from the freezing cold
No candles would light at evening

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

In truth, the with her pious whims
Enjoyed the new girl's
Proof to the rest that the of sin
all the world in Satan's name

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

Such was here clime in times
And the shame of besmirching her
Her was burnt
She was dragged to these
For a life in obedient

But not one
One precious little
Would darken facade

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

And as the seasons and pained
Her grew more perverse
For no reasons she would to find
An alluring woman naked, save for jewels and

When eyelids close, on a moonlit shore
This intoxicating beauty would
The sweetest composed
Those abating lips
Tho whisper secrets in her ear

Clandestine

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

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

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

For somewhere in the convent
A Templar treasure
to the vestibules
Like pleasures of the

So, in return for nightly
Past tongues and hiss
She to assist the hunt
For an ancient golden chain