Luyện nghe bài hát The Persecution Song

At the very
There 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 fell wind the leaves
The song

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

Time was running faster for
Strange nights burning
In the of her dreams
A name was uttered,
Mistress, playmate,
sights were stolen
In the throes of

And in the of all
In the Black thrall
With the wood for trees
Victoria tall

in step
The breathing down her neck
As jealous zealots stitched
The song

signs of possession
Fickle Demeanour
and disappeared
To her sisters of the
She now reeked of
Again the had surfaced
Sneaking back the years

webs of great revealing
Hidden in the
An evil abided, undone

Breathing,
on her deviant feelings
She'd to her crucifix
Once her has begun

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

Many moons hardened hearts
Those plagued by her arts
Their rooms secreting orgies
rites and rifled graves

Mere hours, now
Above bent and beaten flower
Her naked body to
The and her ways

fought, no guilt was wrought
Just a torrid of blasphemies
Nails and vomited forth
this pretty little whore
Now like hell, arched like hell

At the start
There were whispers in the
And for all the to see
There was witchcraft at its

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

signs of obsession
No banshee
Would dishonor name

Nuns dragged her to the oak
Storm-clouds threatened smoke
They her there like Judas
the hellcat in her reined

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

A was stuttered, Isaac
Tongue-tied, simple,
They him dig the pit
Mindless of what it
of what it claimed