Luyện nghe bài hát The Lamia

The grows richer
He he must be near
He finds a long
Lit by

step he takes
The perfumes
familiar fragrance
To strange
A magnificent
his eye

Inside, a long rose pool
Is by fine mist
in the moist silence
With a warm breeze he's gently

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

Rael astonished
Doubting his
by beauty
Gripped in

vermilion snakes
Of female
The motion
with grace

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

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

Putting fear him
He trusts in beauty
He slips the nectar
Leaving his shredded clothes

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

As they nibble the fruit of my
I no pain
Only a
That a would stain

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

Each empty snakelike body
Silent sorrow in empty
A sourness fills the room
The bitter of a dying bloom

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

O Lamia, your flesh that
I take as my food
It is the of garlic that lingers
On my fingers

Looking me
The turns icy blue
The lights are
And again the stage is set for you