Luyện nghe bài hát With The Gleam Of The Torches

the
- Everything's
- Go and get me fresh
- We're for sacred beverage
- up! I can't wait anymore

the
- she is the promised virgin!

Her nude body plays the unstable shadows
Her hair hides half her breasts, she rises her head
Her eyes are shining with the gleam of the

the
- Look deep in my eyes, you little
- Look at your death, she at you

reflection:
Death her arms to you
You and your body is wet
You haven't to be scared, you'll be
You'll suffer, you'll die, you'll be

the
I to hear her weep
I wish to her cry
I wish to hear her
Of disgust... of fear... of

the priest the crowd:
We gonna take of you...