Luyện nghe bài hát The Lamia

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

Each he takes
The perfumes
familiar fragrance
To flavors
A chamber
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 the room, as if it were his own
But on the sweet pink water
some company unthought of

Rael astonished
his sight
Struck by
Gripped in

vermilion snakes
Of female
The motion
Filled with

melodies
Fill the echoing
But there is no of warning
In the call

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

Putting beside him
He trusts in beauty
He slips into the
Leaving his clothes behind

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

As they the fruit of my flesh
I no pain
a magic
That a name stain

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

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

Looking for
I know I not find
I stroke the curls now pale
In I'd lain entwined

O Lamia, flesh that remains
I will take as my
It is the scent of garlic that
On my chocolate

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