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