Luyện nghe bài hát The Persecution Song

At the start
were 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 wind stirred the leaves
The persecution

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

Time was faster for disaster
Strange were burning
In the furnace of her
A name was uttered,
Mistress, playmate,
sights were stolen
In the of ecstasy

And in the of all
In the Black Goddess's
With the wood unseen for
Victoria stood

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

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

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

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

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

Many moons hardened hearts
Those by her black arts
rooms secreting phantom orgies
Vile and rifled graves

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

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

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 wailing
Would dishonor their

Nuns dragged her to the oak
threatened holy smoke
They hanged her there Judas
the hellcat in her reined

Time was running 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