Luyện nghe bài hát The Lamia

The scent grows
He he must be near
He a long passageway
Lit by

Each step he
The perfumes
From fragrance
To flavors
A magnificent
his eye

Inside, a rose water pool
Is shrouded by fine
in the moist silence
With a warm breeze he's kissed

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

Rael stands
Doubting his
Struck by
Gripped in

Three vermilion
Of face
The motion
with grace

Muted
Fill the echoing
But there is no of warning
In the call

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

fear beside him
He trusts in blind
He into the nectar
Leaving his shredded clothes

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

As they nibble the of my flesh
I no pain
a magic
That a name stain

With the first
Of my blood in their
Their are convulsed
In pains
The cries, "We all
Have 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 stroke the curls now pale
In which I'd lain

O Lamia, your flesh remains
I take as my food
It is the of garlic that lingers
On my fingers

behind me
The water turns icy
The are dimmed
And again the stage is set for you