Luyện nghe bài hát The Persecution Song

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

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

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

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

And in the of all
In the Goddess's thrall
With the wood for trees
Victoria tall

Promiscuous in
The Devil breathing down her
As zealots stitched apiece
The song

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Telltale of obsession
No banshee
Would their name

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

Time was 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