Luyện nghe bài hát The Lamia

The scent richer
He he must be near
He a long passageway
Lit by

Each he takes
The change
From fragrance
To flavors
A magnificent
his eye

Inside, a long water pool
Is shrouded by mist
Stepping in the silence
With a warm he's gently kissed

Thinking he is alone
He enters the room, as if it his own
But ripples on the sweet water
some company unthought of

Rael stands
his sight
Struck by
Gripped in

Three snakes
Of face
The smallest
with grace

Muted
the echoing hall
But is no sign of warning
In the siren's

"Rael
We are the Lamia of the
We have waiting
For our waters to you cool"

Putting beside him
He trusts in blind
He into the nectar
Leaving his clothes behind

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

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

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

Each empty snakelike body
Silent sorrow in boats
A sickly sourness the room
The bitter harvest of a dying

Looking for
I I will not find
I stroke the curls now pale
In which I'd lain

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

behind me
The turns icy blue
The are dimmed
And once the stage is set for you