Luyện nghe bài hát The Persecution Song

At the very
There whispers in the dark
And for all the to see
There was witchcraft at its

And on the air
The of bonfires everywhere
And a fell wind the leaves
The song

signs of possession
Little Demeanor in the demons bed
Gasps, she could not suppress
lights out, midst the dead
And a on which sin
Cast its of wickedness

Time was faster for disaster
nights were burning
In the of her dreams
A name was uttered,
Mistress, playmate,
Such were stolen
In the of ecstasy

And in the of all
In the Black Goddess's
With the unseen for trees
Victoria tall

Promiscuous in
The Devil down her neck
As jealous stitched apiece
The song

signs of possession
Fickle Demeanour
and disappeared
To her of the cloth
She now of Astaroth
Again the had surfaced
Sneaking back the years

Weaving webs of revealing
in the convent
An evil abided, undone

Breathing,
on her deviant feelings
She'd clung to her
her torture has begun

Her screams came quick, the misery
Den to vice and
That had reddened many
Wrung symphonies of from her

Many hardened pure hearts
Those plagued by her arts
Their rooms phantom orgies
Vile and rifled graves

Mere hours, now
Above bent and beaten flower
Her naked body to
The abbess and her

Victoria fought, no was wrought
a torrid retort of blasphemies
Nails and crosses forth
this pretty little whore
Now like hell, arched like hell

At the very
There whispers in the dark
And for all the to see
There was witchcraft at its

But then the end nigh
A dirge filled the sky
In its key
The song

Telltale of obsession
No wailing
Would their name

dragged her to the blasted oak
Storm-clouds holy smoke
They hanged her there like
the hellcat in her reined

Time was running for disaster
Exorcism, torture,
Now a shallow

A was stuttered, Isaac
Tongue-tied, simple,
made him dig the pit
Mindless of it claimed
of what it claimed