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
her sisterhoods prayers

Her singing touched
And melted hearts
Her choirs inspired the
For the holy grail, the Benedict arts
And the best of the Catholic

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

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

The days passed by a sigh
But dusk came thick dread
Intangible, the air was full of
And approaching

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

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

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

But not one
One precious thing
Would darken this

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

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

Clandestine

A dream a dream
She finds herself nymph
a desert dune
And below the moon
Atop a stranger

Ah, the of his seed inside
The triggers
She rides the
Until the heavens

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

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

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