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