Luyện nghe bài hát Black Mummy

And black dry tears rolled from your empty orbits
while you with sorrow your ancient splendour
the colossal pomps of this remote times
and you regret impotent 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 understand the of your poor remains.

To be a Mummy!

And now you return to that cursed day
you had power and shortly afterwards were dead!
Bonded at ragged bandages for an arcane doom
you hear again the strange words of the Priest.

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

To be a Mummy!