Luyện nghe bài hát Shadows 'neath The Black Pyramid

I hearken to the grisly murmer of fiends,
jaws drooling blasphemy,
Beyond the witch-song, sweet,
The wyrm-horn sounds Dagon's mere,
Shadow-gate (portal to the Black Pyramid) wide, beckoning...
Spells scrawled in blood and rime,
Squamous god encoils the shrine,
(by the bleeding stone) I am enraptured by eyes.
Pungent of engorged flesh,
Vaults of horror,
Embraced by delerium, witches' balms me.
Veils of entwine me in the haze of baleful moon-cursed dreams,
I hear the High Ones whispering ancient in the long-dead tongues,
is the gleam 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 vaults of the gods,
Shackled to the slime-smeared stone.
orbs, black sword, drink deep, blood oath.
Supine dancing in the mist,
(Serpent-tongued) bares her pale flesh,
crawl to the sundered stones,
The Fiends exult in rapture.
Tomb-worms on carnal blood,
Trickling onto stone,
Dark laughter through the vaults,
Black-winged, as envenomed steel.
In the of Black Flame, squamous shapes writhe,
A dark of shadows follows me,
Ravening unleashed to feed,
Incantations pour in from my lips...
Wraiths and whirl to my bidding...
'neath the pyramid.
(Lyrics: Byron, Music: & Chris)