Luyện nghe bài hát Through The Gloom Into The Fire

is the eve of the new era
A cold night of autumn breeze
The last leaves fall to the ground
The pale moon gazes the thick massing clouds
The witches are gathered, a coven
In delirious tones, they are
Foul mysterious words as go
Through the and into the fire
A loathsome shape of horror,
huge and monstrous upon the ebon throne
Denial of the god
The stifling air with filth and blasphemy
Faster and faster the witches' lewd dance
Denial of the god
Shriller and shriller they scream in
And then a wan grey light in the northern sky
Twelve o'clock is the of night,
That the graves are wide
haste, to the orgies of the sabbat,
With the infernal
The rites of the pentagram, the of Acheron
The sweet and beautiful of evil
A shape of obscene horror,
Squats huge and monstrous upon the ebon
Denial of the god
The air reeks with filth and blasphemy
Faster and faster whirls the witches' dance
of the god above
Shriller and shriller they in tongues
And a wan grey light flickers in the northern sky
The circle is forever closed, within the lie
Together leave this dimension side by side
Twelve o'clock is the time of night, that the graves are wide
haste, to the orgies of the sabbat, with the infernal sacraments
The of the pentagram, the dance of Acheron
The sweet and beautiful of evil
is the eve of the new era
A dark night of autumn breeze
The leaves fall to the frosty ground
The pale moon gazes through the thick clouds
The are gathered, a hideous coven
In delirious tones, are shouting
mysterious words as they go
Through the and into the fire
Twelve is the time of night, that the graves are gaping wide
They haste, to the of the sabbat, with the infernal sacraments
The rites of the pentagram, the dance of
The and beautiful fantasies of evil