Luyện nghe bài hát The Nun with the Astral Habit

The world was her cloister, the abbess
In the convent at all fair
A pearl in an oyster she shone like a
Augmenting her sisterhoods

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But not one
One little thing
Would this facade

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

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

here eyelids close, on a moonlit shore
This intoxicating beauty would
The sweetest symphony
abating lips rose
Tho dirty secrets in her ear

Clandestine

A dream within a
She herself this nymph
a desert dune
And below the crescent
Atop a stranger

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

Forcing
Her lover licks her
That drips upon the
And out of hand
Coarse assemble

For in the convent walls
A treasure rests
Forgotten to the
Like pleasures of the

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