Luyện nghe bài hát Through The Gloom Into The Fire

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