Luyện nghe bài hát The Draining

How is your sleep?
That I may not your turbulent dreams?
Disrupting the of slumber,
the vile and wretched
from the astral realm stands right you.
Purple mist through window
hovering above your miserable shape.
"What turmoil spoils my bliss?"
A savor permeates your nostrils.

fright upon awakening
your frigid cast and spellbound.
Fiery piercing through your alarmed soul,
as tentacles penetrate the energy shield.
It's the Draining, the draining, draining, draining...

How does it feel to be drained so
carries a rather exquisite taste.
I take as much to leave you terrified.
My shall become my bounded disciples.

"As the satiated disappears from sight,
know that I may come again some dreary night."