Luyện nghe bài hát The Persecution Song

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

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

Telltale signs of
Miss Demeanor in the demons bed
Gasps, she just not suppress
After out, midst the dead
And a on which sin
its darts of wickedness

Time was faster for disaster
Strange nights burning
In the furnace of her
A was uttered, Lilith
Mistress, playmate,
Such sights stolen
In the of ecstasy

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

Promiscuous in
The Devil breathing down her
As jealous zealots apiece
The song

Telltale signs of
Fickle Demeanour
Hissed and
To her of the cloth
She now of Astaroth
the curse had surfaced
Sneaking the pagan years

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

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

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

Many moons hardened hearts
Those by her black arts
Their secreting phantom orgies
rites and rifled graves

Mere hours, now
Above this and beaten flower
Her body privy to
The and her ways

Victoria fought, no was wrought
Just a retort of blasphemies
Nails and crosses vomited
From this pretty whore
Now arched like hell, arched hell

At the start
There were whispers in the
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 persecution

Telltale signs of
No wailing
Would dishonor their

Nuns dragged her to the oak
threatened holy smoke
They hanged her there like
With the in her reined

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

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