Luyện nghe bài hát The Lamia

The scent grows
He knows he be near
He finds a passageway
Lit by

step he takes
The change
familiar fragrance
To strange
A chamber
his eye

Inside, a long water pool
Is shrouded by fine
Stepping in the silence
With a warm breeze gently kissed

Thinking he is alone
He the room, as if it were his own
But on the sweet pink water
Reveal some company of

Rael stands
Doubting his
by beauty
Gripped in

vermilion snakes
Of face
The motion
with grace

Muted
Fill the echoing
But is no sign of warning
In the call

"Rael
We are the of the pool
We have been
For our waters to you cool"

Putting fear him
He trusts in blind
He slips into the
Leaving his shredded clothes

their tongues
They test, and judge all that is mine
They in a series of caresses
That up and down my spine

As they nibble the fruit of my
I feel no
a magic
That a would stain

the first drop
Of my in their veins
Their faces are
In pains
The cries, "We all
Have you Rael'"

Each snakelike body floats
Silent in empty boats
A sickly sourness fills the
The bitter of a dying bloom

for motion
I know I will not
I stroke the curls now pale
In which I'd entwined

O Lamia, your that remains
I will as my food
It is the scent of that lingers
On my fingers

Looking me
The water icy blue
The are dimmed
And once the stage is set for you