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

But if one
One little thing
Would this facade
There would be such

Like the Sister Victoria
in from the freezing cold
No candles would at evening mass

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

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

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

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

But not one
One little thing
Would this facade

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

And as the seasons wheezed and
Her dreams grew more
For no reasons she would to find
An alluring woman naked, for jewels and verse

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

secrets

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

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

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

For somewhere in the convent
A Templar rests
Forgotten to the
Like pleasures of the

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