Luyện nghe bài hát The Persecution Song

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

And on the air
The of bonfires everywhere
And a wind stirred the leaves
The persecution

Telltale of possession
Little Miss in the demons bed
Gasps, she just could not
After lights out, the dead
And a past on sin
Cast its darts of

Time was running for disaster
Strange were burning
In the of her dreams
A was uttered, Lilith
Mistress, playmate,
sights were stolen
In the of ecstasy

And in the of all
In the Black thrall
With the wood unseen for
Victoria tall

Promiscuous in
The Devil down her neck
As zealots stitched apiece
The persecution

Telltale of possession
Miss Demeanour
Hissed and
To her sisters of the
She now of Astaroth
the curse had surfaced
Sneaking the pagan years

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

Breathing,
Feasting on her deviant
She'd to her crucifix
Once her torture has

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

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

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

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

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

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

signs of obsession
No banshee
dishonor their name

Nuns dragged her to the oak
Storm-clouds threatened holy
They hanged her there Judas
With the in her reined

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

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