Luyện nghe bài hát The Persecution Song

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

And on the air
The scent of everywhere
And a fell wind stirred the
The persecution

Telltale of possession
Little Demeanor in the demons bed
Gasps, she just not suppress
After out, midst 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 sights stolen
In the of ecstasy

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

in step
The breathing down her neck
As jealous zealots apiece
The song

signs of possession
Fickle Demeanour
and disappeared
To her sisters of the
She now reeked of
the curse had surfaced
Sneaking back the years

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

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

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

Many moons pure hearts
Those by her black arts
Their rooms phantom orgies
rites and rifled graves

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

Victoria fought, no was wrought
Just a retort of blasphemies
Nails and crosses vomited
From this little whore
Now like hell, arched like hell

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

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

signs of obsession
No banshee
dishonor their name

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

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

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