Luyện nghe bài hát The Persecution Song

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

And on the air
The of bonfires everywhere
And a fell stirred the leaves
The song

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

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

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

Promiscuous in
The Devil breathing down her
As jealous stitched apiece
The persecution

Telltale signs of
Fickle Demeanour
and disappeared
To her of the cloth
She now reeked of
Again the curse had
Sneaking the pagan years

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

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

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

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

hours, now towered
Above this bent and flower
Her naked body to
The and her ways

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

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

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

signs of obsession
No wailing
Would dishonor name

Nuns dragged her to the oak
Storm-clouds threatened smoke
hanged her there like Judas
With the in her reined

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

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