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 wind stirred the
The persecution

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

Time was running for disaster
nights were burning
In the of her dreams
A name was uttered,
Mistress, playmate,
Such sights stolen
In the of ecstasy

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

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

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

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

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

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

moons hardened pure hearts
Those plagued by her black
Their rooms secreting orgies
Vile rites and graves

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

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

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

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

Telltale of obsession
No wailing
Would dishonor their

Nuns dragged her to the oak
Storm-clouds threatened holy
They hanged her there like
With the hellcat in her

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

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