Luyện nghe bài hát The Persecution Song

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Breathing,
on her deviant feelings
She'd clung to her
Once her has begun

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

Many hardened pure hearts
Those plagued by her black
Their rooms phantom orgies
Vile and rifled graves

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

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

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

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

Telltale of obsession
No banshee
dishonor their name

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

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

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