Luyện nghe bài hát A Black Moon Broods Over Leumria

Dark baleful astride the mystic heath,
Old land's enchantments, agleam,
The slips 'neath the darkening sea,
The sing enthralling chants as the old gods dream...
As a black moon broods Lemuria,
Ebon witchfire enshrouds the citadels,
Sinistrous shadows from the vaults of the dreaming elder gods,
Ophidian eyes glimmer through the icy moon-mist...
Shimmers of black in the dark,
glistens upon my tongue,
The wraiths have beneath the oak,
My encased in antediluvian steel,
The of pallid night descend,
To the ride the slime-flecked halls,
Enshrined in ice and spells,
And falls on the marble walls.
By the eldritch glow of moonfire,
The forst-shrouded whisper of silent paths,
shades rise forth from the night-dark sea,
A black tide of fiends from the ebon gate.
of black in the massing dark,
Moon-frost upon my tongue,
The wraiths have beneath the oak,
My soul encased in steel,
The of pallid night descend,
To ride the slime-flecked halls,
Enshrined in ice and spells,
And silence on the marble walls.
Winter moonlight through crooked boughs,
The icy of night entwines the eon-veiled Obsidian Tower,
The whisperings of ancient tongues are borne the winds,
time-lost spells hold the key
to the frost Gate of the Black Moon...
And in the dark ethereal mists of dreams,
The ebon of enlightment gleam 'neath the black moon,
And the Valley of the Paths beckons...
Slumbering upon the of moon-caressed ice,
I have supped deep the draught of vapours,
Shimmering upon the gleaming marble,
A single of glimmering gossamer...
Beneath the vaults of tombs,
I see the fire that burns like the black of night.
In and sombre visions I hear cries,
Enthralling 'neath the frost moon rising
I the slithering of forces
that seethe serpentine in guffs,
In the dark and places...
The whisperer in speaks in dreams,
Of shadows, and the softest breath of dark enchantment.
Of ancient temples, raising jewelled spires to the stars.
The is in the moon,
And silence reigns over the woods.
My sword
(stained with the blood of a thousand foes),
Ensorcelled by incantations.
Dark wizzards' spells entwine me in shackles,
And roses draw my blood
with as sharp as serpent's tooth...
I fall into the embrace of sloe-eyed witches,
The moon gleaming upon their bosoms,
And descend the still, icy waters of the lakes.
Beyond the of North-Winds,
I the emissaries of the tyrant,
The whispering across the everlasting snows...
My slumber is as as a wolf's.
Serpents coil entempled
Of jewelled cities,
Wolves of winter's moon are
The temples of the gods.
Great worm tail rests in its mouth,
The burns bright,
Brood o'er the far night's vale,
And shifting heather wandering light.
Like snow that on the sea,
Like that rides upon the breeze,
hoarfrost that melts before the sun,
Now silence broods Lemuria...
Shimmers of in the massing dark,
glistens upon my tongue,
The wraiths gathered beneath the oak,
My encased in antediluvian steel,
The shades of night descend,
To ride the slime-flecked halls,
Enshrined in ice and spells,
And falls on the marble walls.
"R'acan Ahalgana ahalmez
tocapa chiamiaholom ahchami."
As a black moon broods Lemuria.

Byron A. Roberts