Luyện nghe bài hát The Persecution Song

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

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

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

Time was running for disaster
Strange nights were
In the furnace of her
A name was uttered,
Mistress, playmate,
Such sights stolen
In the throes of

And in the of all
In the Goddess's thrall
With the wood unseen for
Victoria stood

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

Telltale of possession
Fickle Miss
and disappeared
To her sisters of the
She now reeked of
Again the curse had
Sneaking the pagan years

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

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

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

Many hardened pure hearts
plagued by her black arts
Their rooms secreting orgies
Vile rites and graves

Mere hours, now
Above bent and beaten flower
Her naked body to
The and her ways

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

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

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

Telltale signs of
No banshee
Would their name

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

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

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