Luyện nghe bài hát The Nun with the Astral Habit

The world was her cloister, the Duboir
In the convent at all hallows
A pearl in an oyster she like a star
Augmenting her sisterhoods

Her singing touched
And melted their
Her inspired the search
For the holy grail, the Benedict arts
And the best of the Church

But if one
One precious little
darken this facade
There would be such

the night Sister Victoria
Stepped in the freezing cold
No candles would at evening mass

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

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

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

Such was here in expedient times
And the shame of her name
Her was burnt
She was to these walls
For a life in obedient

But not one
One precious thing
Would this facade

Like the night Sister
Woke screaming in her
She a week spiraling from heaven

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

When here eyelids close, on a shore
This intoxicating would appear
The symphony composed
Those lips rose
Tho whisper secrets in her ear

secrets

A within a dream
She herself this nymph
Abreast a desert
And the crescent moon
Atop a dark-some

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

Forcing
Her lover her blood
That drips the sand
And out of hand
Coarse assemble

For in the convent walls
A Templar rests
Forgotten to the
Like of the flesh

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