Luyện nghe bài hát Shadows 'neath The Black Pyramid

I hearken to the grisly murmer of fiends,
Black drooling blasphemy,
the witch-song, darkly sweet,
The wyrm-horn sounds cross mere,
(portal to the black pyramid) yawns wide, beckoning...
Spells scrawled in blood and rime,
God encoils the onyx shrine,
(by the bleeding stone) I am enraptured by eyes.

Pungent odour of 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 ones whispering ancient spells in the long-dead tongues,
There is the gleam of blackened steel in the torchlight,
And I embrace the of sublime forgetfulness...

By the blaze of the skulls,
Beneath the well of the flame,
In the vaults of the gods,
Shackled to the bleeding stone.
Squamous orbs, sword, drink deep, blood oath.

Supine shapes in the mist,
(serpent-tongued) priestess bares her flesh,
Shadows crawl to the stones,
The eternal fiends in rapture.

Tomb-worms bloat on blood,
Trickling wraith-carved stone,
Dark echoes through the vaults,
Black-winged, as envenomed steel.
In the of black flame, squamous shapes writhe,
A dark tide of shadows me,
Ravening unleashed to feed,
Incantations pour in torrents my lips...

and fiends whirl to my bidding...
Horrors the pyramid.