Luyện nghe bài hát Shadows 'neath The Black Pyramid

I hearken to the grisly murmer of fiends,
Black jaws blasphemy,
Beyond the witch-song, sweet,
The sounds cross Dagon's mere,
(portal to the Black Pyramid) yawns wide, beckoning...
Spells scrawled in and frosty rime,
Squamous god encoils the shrine,
(by the bleeding stone) I am enraptured by eyes.
Pungent of engorged flesh,
of eon-veiled horror,
Embraced by delerium, witches' anoint me.
Veils of frost entwine me in the haze of baleful dreams,
I hear the High Ones ancient spells in the long-dead tongues,
There is the of blackened steel in the flickering torchlight,
And I embrace the of sublime forgetfulness...
By the blaze of the skulls,
the Well of the Black Flame,
In the of the dreaming gods,
to the slime-smeared bleeding stone.
Squamous orbs, black sword, drink deep, oath.
Supine shapes in the mist,
(Serpent-tongued) bares her pale flesh,
crawl to the sundered stones,
The Fiends exult in rapture.
Tomb-worms bloat on blood,
onto wraith-carved stone,
Dark laughter through the vaults,
Black-winged, as envenomed steel.
In the Well of Black Flame, shapes writhe,
A tide of shadows follows me,
fiends unleashed to feed,
Incantations in torrents from my lips...
and fiends whirl to my bidding...
Horrors the pyramid.
(Lyrics: Byron, Jonny & Chris)