Luyện nghe bài hát Shadows 'neath The Black Pyramid

I hearken to the grisly murmer of fiends,
Black jaws blasphemy,
the witch-song, darkly sweet,
The wyrm-horn sounds dagon's mere,
Shadow-gate (portal to the pyramid) yawns wide, beckoning...
Spells in blood and frosty rime,
Squamous God the onyx shrine,
(by the stone) I am enraptured by ophidian eyes.

Pungent of engorged flesh,
of eon-veiled horror,
Embraced by delerium, balms anoint me.

Veils of frost entwine me in the of baleful 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 the balm of sublime forgetfulness...

By the blaze of the skulls,
Beneath the well of the flame,
In the of the dreaming gods,
Shackled to the slime-smeared stone.
Squamous orbs, black sword, drink deep, oath.

shapes dancing in the mist,
(serpent-tongued) bares her pale flesh,
Shadows to the sundered stones,
The eternal fiends in rapture.

Tomb-worms bloat on blood,
onto wraith-carved stone,
Dark echoes through the vaults,
Black-winged, as envenomed steel.
In the well of flame, squamous shapes writhe,
A dark tide of follows me,
Ravening fiends to feed,
Incantations pour in from my lips...

Wraiths and fiends to my bidding...
'neath the pyramid.