Luyện nghe bài hát The Persecution Song

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

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

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

Time was running faster for
Strange were burning
In the furnace of her
A name was uttered,
Mistress, playmate,
Such sights stolen
In the of ecstasy

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

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

signs of possession
Fickle Miss
Hissed and
To her of the cloth
She now reeked of
Again the curse had
Sneaking back the pagan

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

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

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

Many moons hardened pure
Those plagued by her arts
Their secreting phantom orgies
Vile and rifled graves

Mere hours, now
this bent and beaten flower
Her naked privy to
The and her ways

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

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

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

Telltale signs of
No wailing
Would their name

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

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

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