Luyện nghe bài hát Black Mummy

And black dry tears rolled from your empty orbits
while you remember with sorrow your ancient
the colossal pomps of withered remote times
and you impotent your depressing existence.

You oh Pharaoh, you oh so and lofty King
you without peace are now obliged to be
exposed into a museum for the pleasure of masses of
they don't the tragedy of your poor remains.

To be a Mummy!

And now you to that fatal cursed day
first you had power and afterwards were dead!
Bonded at those ragged bandages for an doom
you hear again the strange of the Nile's Priest.

That you consecrated immortal as ancestral will
with bandages, the oils and the unknown baptisms
and at last this strange that you've never forecast
dead the living and alive among the dead!

To be a Mummy!