Luyện nghe bài hát A Black Moon Broods Over Leumria

Dark baleful astride the mystic heath,
Old enchantments, wolf-eyes agleam,
The slips 'neath the darkening sea,
The trees enthralling chants as the old gods dream...

As a moon broods over lemuria,
Ebon enshrouds the gleaming citadels,
shadows rise from the vaults of the dreaming elder gods,
Ophidian eyes glimmer through the icy moon-mist...

Shimmers of in the massing dark,
Moon-frost upon my tongue,
The have gathered beneath the oak,
My soul in antediluvian steel,
The shades of night descend,
To the the slime-flecked jewelled halls,
in ice and witches' spells,
And falls on the marble walls.

By the glow of black moonfire,
The forst-shrouded whisper of silent paths,
Brooding shades rise from the night-dark sea,
A black tide of fiends erupts the ebon gate.

Shimmers of black in the dark,
Moon-frost glistens my tongue,
The have gathered beneath the oak,
My encased in antediluvian steel,
The of pallid night descend,
To ride the slime-flecked halls,
Enshrined in ice and spells,
And silence on the marble walls.

Winter gleams through crooked boughs,
The icy caress of entwines the eon-veiled obsidian tower,
The whisperings of ancient tongues are upon the winds,
Dark time-lost spells the key to the frost veiled gate of the black moon...

And in the dark ethereal of winter dreams,
The ebon waters of enlightment 'neath the black moon,
And the of the silent paths beckons...

Slumbering the throne of moon-caressed ice,
I have supped deep the of white vapours,
Shimmering upon the gleaming marble,
A single of glimmering gossamer...
Beneath the of shadow-haunted tombs,
I see the fire burns like the black heart of night.
In brooding and sombre visions I cries,
Enthralling cries the frost moon rising
I the slithering of forces that seethe serpentine in black guffs,
In the dark and places...

The whisperer in speaks in dreams,
Of silken shadows, and the softest breath of enchantment.
Of ancient temples, raising jewelled spires to the stars.
The is in the moon,
And brooding silence reigns the woods.
My storm-forged (stained with the blood of a thousand slain foes),
by eon-veiled incantations.
Dark spells entwine me in ravening shackles,
And black draw my blood with thorns as sharp as serpent's tooth...
I fall into the rapturous of sloe-eyed witches,
The gleaming upon their ivory bosoms,
And into the still, icy waters of the lakes.
Beyond the of north-winds, I await the emissaries of the tyrant,
The wind across the everlasting snows...
My is as light as a wolf's.

Serpents coil ramparts
Of jewelled cities,
Wolves of moon are roaming
The temples of the gods.
Great worm tail rests in it's mouth,
The burns bright,
Brood the far night's distant vale,
And shifting heather hills light.

Like snow that on the sea,
Like smoke that upon the breeze,
Like hoarfrost that melts the sun,
Now silence over lemuria...

Shimmers of black in the dark,
Moon-frost upon my tongue,
The wraiths have gathered the oak,
My soul in antediluvian steel,
The shades of night descend,
To ride the jewelled halls,
Enshrined in ice and spells,
And silence on the marble walls.

'r'acan ahalgana chamiabac ahalmez ahatocob chiamiaholom ahchami.'

As a black broods over lemuria.