Luyện nghe bài hát The Sorceress

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

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

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

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

Searching lands of giants and
Sail the oceans of serpents and
Under ages of dark the Salem
Burned beneath mindless of men

Through the castles of and wizards
To their the Moerea the sisters
Two hundred fifty the Salem witch

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

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

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

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

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