Luyện nghe bài hát The Nun with the Astral Habit

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

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

But if one
One little thing
Would darken this
would be such consequences

Like the Sister Victoria
Stepped in from the cold
No candles would light at evening

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

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

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

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

But not one
One precious little
Would darken facade

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

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

When eyelids close, on a moonlit shore
This beauty would appear
The symphony composed
Those abating lips
Tho whisper secrets in her ear

secrets

A dream within a
She finds herself this
Abreast a desert
And below the moon
a dark-some stranger

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

Forcing
Her licks her blood
That drips the sand
And almost out of
Coarse plots

For somewhere in the convent
A Templar treasure
to the vestibules
Like of the flesh

So, in return for runs
Past tongues and wisdom's
She promised to the hunt
For an ancient golden amiss