Luyện nghe bài hát The Sorceress

I search alone, dark the night, deep the blackest
And down the hop yard on my way from Salem I lit a fire
The magical brimstone ashes from the hazel wood
Dancing with the banshee, fire up to the sky

The dead of night parts the sky, the witch
Hunting eyes Malefica
She flies the ocean shore of Kildare over tombs of the fields
Lonely girls ride the beast, Virginal Goddess of Hunt Diana

Through the Brocken rose a luring Angel
of Morgana, forever dressed in black
With journey through the witch trials of lore and wives tales
Fathomed the deepest oceans of her darkest

The dead of night parts the sky, the Salem
Hunting Malefica spells
She flies the ocean shore of Kildare over of the harpy fields
Lonely girls ride the great beast, Virginal Goddess of Diana

Searching lands of and dragons
Sail the of serpents and krakens
Under ages of the Salem witch
beneath mindless torture of men

Through the of demons and wizards
To their fate the Moerea the
Two hundred fifty the Salem witch

In the bog of the Witch run
Malifica revenge have begun
Burned alive for a never done

of the darkness dance on the coven of the lost
In blazing pyre suspended in air she holocaust
Well she can exercise with the whites of her
She'll your children

In a wink of an eye, descend from the sky to the cauldron of the
Her burning lips urned the kiss she took me by the hand
In a wink of an eye she to the sky
She unveiled my I'm the witch finder general

the night, deep the blackest forest
And down the devil's hop yard on my way Salem I lit a fire
The magical brimstone sparks ashes the hazel wood
Dancing with the banshee, fire up to the sky

The dead of night parts the sky, the witch
Hunting Malefica spells
She flies the ocean shore of Kildare over tombs of the harpy
Lonely girls ride the great beast, Virginal of Hunt Diana