Luyện nghe bài hát Shadows 'neath The Black Pyramid

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