Luyện nghe bài hát The Persecution Song

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

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

signs of possession
Little Miss in the demons bed
Gasps, she could not suppress
lights out, midst the dead
And a past on sin
Cast its darts of

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

And in the of all
In the Black Goddess's
With the unseen for trees
Victoria tall

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

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

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

Breathing,
Feasting on her deviant
She'd clung to her
her torture has begun

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

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

Mere hours, now
this bent and beaten flower
Her naked body to
The and her ways

Victoria fought, no guilt was
Just a torrid retort of
Nails and vomited forth
From pretty little whore
Now arched like hell, arched like

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

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

Telltale signs of
No wailing
Would their name

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

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

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