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 a star
her sisterhoods prayers

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

But if one
One precious little
Would this facade
There would be consequences

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

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

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

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

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

But not one
One precious thing
Would this facade

Like the Sister Victoria
screaming in her room
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

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

Clandestine

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

Ah, the spurting of his seed
The paradise
She the beast
Until the heavens

eclipse
Her lover her blood
That drips the sand
And out of hand
plots assemble

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

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