Luyện nghe bài hát Shadows 'neath The Black Pyramid

I hearken to the grisly murmer of fiends,
Black drooling blasphemy,
Beyond the witch-song, sweet,
The wyrm-horn sounds dagon's mere,
Shadow-gate (portal to the 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,
Vaults of horror,
Embraced by delerium, witches' anoint me.

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

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

shapes dancing in the mist,
(serpent-tongued) priestess her pale flesh,
crawl to the sundered stones,
The eternal 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, squamous writhe,
A tide of shadows follows me,
Ravening fiends to feed,
Incantations pour in from my lips...

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