Luyện nghe bài hát The Nun with the Astral Habit

The was her cloister, the abbess Duboir
In the at all hallows fair
A pearl in an oyster she shone like a
Augmenting her sisterhoods

Her singing angels
And melted hearts
Her choirs the search
For the lost holy grail, the Benedict
And the best of the Catholic

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

Like the night Victoria
Stepped in from the cold
No candles would light at mass

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

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

Victoria Varco, once
To a noble estate
pregnant by her recklessness
Who then fell foul to a violent

Such was here clime in expedient
And the shame of her name
Her was burnt
She was dragged to walls
For a in obedient chains

But not one
One little thing
Would this facade

Like the Sister Victoria
screaming in her room
She spent a week spiraling heaven

And as the seasons wheezed and
Her dreams more perverse
For no good she would to find
An woman naked, save for jewels and verse

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

secrets

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

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

Forcing
Her licks her blood
That drips upon the
And almost out of
plots assemble

For in the convent walls
A treasure 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 golden chain amiss