Luyện nghe bài hát The Persecution Song

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

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

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

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

And in the of all
In the Goddess's thrall
With the unseen for trees
stood tall

Promiscuous in
The Devil breathing her neck
As jealous zealots apiece
The persecution

Telltale of possession
Fickle Miss
Hissed and
To her sisters of the
She now of Astaroth
Again the curse had
Sneaking back the years

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

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

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

Many hardened pure hearts
Those plagued by her arts
Their rooms secreting orgies
Vile and rifled graves

Mere hours, now
Above this and beaten flower
Her body privy to
The and her ways

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

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

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

signs of obsession
No wailing
Would dishonor their

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

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

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