Luyện nghe bài hát The Persecution Song

At the very
were whispers 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 of possession
Miss Demeanor in the demons bed
Gasps, she could not suppress
lights out, midst the dead
And a past on sin
its darts of wickedness

Time was faster for disaster
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 wood unseen for
Victoria stood

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

signs of possession
Fickle Demeanour
Hissed and
To her of the cloth
She now reeked of
Again the had surfaced
Sneaking back the pagan

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

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

Her screams quick, the misery 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 rites and rifled

Mere hours, now
Above this and beaten flower
Her naked privy to
The abbess and her

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

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

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

signs of obsession
No banshee
Would dishonor name

Nuns her to the blasted oak
Storm-clouds threatened holy
They her there like Judas
With the in her reined

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

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