Luyện nghe bài hát Through The Gloom Into The Fire

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