Luyện nghe bài hát A Black Moon Broods Over Leumria

Dark baleful shades the mystic heath,
Old land's enchantments, agleam,
The moon 'neath the darkening sea,
The trees enthralling chants as the old gods dream...
As a black moon over Lemuria,
Ebon witchfire enshrouds the citadels,
Sinistrous shadows rise from the vaults of the dreaming gods,
Ophidian eyes through the icy whispering moon-mist...
Shimmers of in the massing dark,
glistens upon my tongue,
The wraiths gathered beneath the oak,
My encased in antediluvian steel,
The shades of pallid descend,
To the ride the jewelled halls,
in ice and witches' spells,
And falls on the marble walls.
By the eldritch glow of moonfire,
The forst-shrouded trees of silent paths,
Brooding shades rise forth the night-dark sea,
A black of fiends erupts from the ebon gate.
Shimmers of in the massing dark,
glistens upon my tongue,
The wraiths have 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 silence falls on the walls.
Winter moonlight gleams through boughs,
The icy caress of night entwines the Obsidian Tower,
The whisperings of ancient are borne upon the winds,
Dark spells hold the key
to the frost Gate of the Black Moon...
And in the dark mists of winter dreams,
The ebon of enlightment gleam 'neath the black moon,
And the Valley of the Silent beckons...
Slumbering the throne of moon-caressed ice,
I have supped the draught of white vapours,
Shimmering upon the garlanded marble,
A strand of glimmering gossamer...
the vaults of shadow-haunted tombs,
I see the fire that burns like the black of night.
In and sombre visions I hear cries,
Enthralling cries 'neath the frost rising
I hear the of forces
that seethe serpentine in guffs,
In the and silent places...
The in crystal speaks in dreams,
Of silken shadows, and the breath of dark 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 slain foes),
by eon-veiled incantations.
Dark wizzards' spells me in ravening shackles,
And black roses my blood
with as sharp as serpent's tooth...
I fall into the embrace of sloe-eyed witches,
The moon gleaming their ivory bosoms,
And descend the still, icy waters of the lakes.
Beyond the of North-Winds,
I the emissaries of the tyrant,
The wind across the everlasting snows...
My is as light as a wolf's.
Serpents coil entempled
Of sunken cities,
of winter's moon are roaming
The of the heather gods.
Great worm whose rests in its mouth,
The circle-without-end bright,
Brood o'er the far distant vale,
And heather hills wandering light.
Like snow falls on the sea,
smoke that rides upon the breeze,
Like hoarfrost melts before the sun,
Now silence broods Lemuria...
Shimmers of in the massing dark,
glistens upon my tongue,
The wraiths have gathered 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.
"R'acan Ahalgana ahalmez
tocapa chiamiaholom ahchami."
As a black broods over Lemuria.

Lyrics: A. Roberts