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 oyster she shone like a
Augmenting her sisterhoods

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

But if one
One precious little
Would darken facade
There be such consequences

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

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

In truth, the abbess with her whims
Enjoyed the new pain
to the rest that the briers of sin
Entangled all the world in name

Victoria Varco, once
To a proud estate
Fell by her recklessness
Who then foul to a violent fate

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

But not one
One precious thing
Would darken this

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

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

here eyelids close, on a moonlit shore
This intoxicating beauty appear
The sweetest composed
Those abating rose
Tho dirty secrets in her ear

secrets

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

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

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

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

So, in return for nightly
Past tongues and wisdom's
She to assist the hunt
For an ancient chain amiss