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