Luyện nghe bài hát The Persecution Song

At the start
were whispers in the dark
And for all the to see
There was at its heart

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

Telltale of possession
Little Miss Demeanor in the bed
Gasps, she just not suppress
After lights out, midst the
And a past on sin
its darts of wickedness

Time was faster for disaster
Strange were burning
In the of her dreams
A was uttered, Lilith
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

in step
The breathing down her neck
As jealous zealots stitched
The song

Telltale signs of
Fickle Miss
and disappeared
To her of the cloth
She now reeked of
Again the had surfaced
Sneaking the pagan years

webs of great revealing
Hidden in the
An evil libido abided,

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

Her screams came quick, the chord
Den to and screw
had reddened many tongues
Wrung of suffering from her

Many moons hardened pure
Those by her black arts
Their rooms secreting phantom
rites and rifled graves

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

Victoria fought, no was wrought
Just a torrid of blasphemies
Nails and vomited forth
From pretty little whore
Now arched like hell, arched like

At the very
There were in the dark
And for all the to see
There was at its heart

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

Telltale of obsession
No wailing
Would dishonor name

Nuns her to the blasted oak
Storm-clouds threatened holy
They hanged her like Judas
the hellcat in her reined

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

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