Luyện nghe bài hát The Lamia

The scent grows
He knows he must be
He finds a passageway
Lit by

Each step he
The change
From fragrance
To strange
A chamber
his eye

Inside, a long rose pool
Is shrouded by mist
Stepping in the silence
a warm breeze he's gently kissed

Thinking he is alone
He enters the room, as if it his own
But ripples on the pink water
Reveal company unthought of

stands astonished
Doubting his
Struck by
Gripped in

vermilion snakes
Of face
The motion
Filled grace

Muted
Fill the hall
But there is no sign of
In the siren's

"Rael
We are the of the pool
We have waiting
For our to bring you cool"

Putting fear him
He in beauty blind
He slips the nectar
Leaving his shredded behind

With tongues
They test, and judge all that is mine
They move in a of caresses
That glide up and down my

As nibble the fruit of my flesh
I feel no
Only a
That a would stain

With the drop
Of my blood in veins
faces are convulsed
In pains
The cries, "We all
loved you Rael'"

Each empty snakelike floats
Silent sorrow in empty
A sourness fills the room
The harvest of a dying bloom

Looking for
I know I not find
I the curls now turning pale
In which I'd lain

O Lamia, flesh that remains
I will take as my
It is the scent of that lingers
On my fingers

behind me
The turns icy blue
The are dimmed
And once again the is set for you