Luyện nghe bài hát The Persecution Song

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

And on the air
The scent of everywhere
And a fell stirred the leaves
The persecution

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

was running faster for disaster
Strange were burning
In the furnace of her
A was uttered, Lilith
Mistress, playmate,
sights were stolen
In the throes of

And in the of all
In the Black thrall
the wood unseen for trees
Victoria stood

in step
The Devil down her neck
As jealous stitched apiece
The song

Telltale of possession
Miss Demeanour
Hissed and
To her sisters of the
She now of Astaroth
the curse had surfaced
Sneaking back the pagan

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

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

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

Many moons hardened hearts
Those plagued by her arts
Their rooms secreting orgies
rites and rifled graves

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

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

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

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

Telltale signs of
No banshee
Would dishonor name

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

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

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