Luyện nghe bài hát The Persecution Song

At the start
were 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 fell stirred the leaves
The song

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

Time was faster for disaster
nights were burning
In the of her dreams
A was uttered, Lilith
Mistress, playmate,
Such sights stolen
In the throes of

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

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

signs of possession
Fickle Miss
Hissed and
To her sisters of the
She now reeked of
the curse had surfaced
Sneaking back the years

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

Breathing,
Feasting on her feelings
clung to her crucifix
Once her torture has

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

Many hardened pure hearts
Those plagued by her arts
Their secreting phantom orgies
Vile rites and graves

hours, now towered
Above this bent and flower
Her naked body to
The and her ways

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

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

But the end grew nigh
A dirge inferno the sky
In its key
The persecution

Telltale of obsession
No wailing
Would dishonor their

dragged her to the blasted oak
Storm-clouds threatened smoke
They hanged her like Judas
With the in her reined

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

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