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 of bonfires everywhere
And a fell stirred the leaves
The persecution

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

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

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

in step
The Devil breathing her neck
As jealous zealots apiece
The song

Telltale 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 great
Hidden in the
An evil libido abided,

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

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

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

Mere hours, now
Above this bent and beaten
Her naked privy to
The abbess and her

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

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

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

Telltale signs of
No banshee
dishonor their name

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

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

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