Luyện nghe bài hát A Black Moon Broods Over Leumria

Dark baleful shades the mystic heath,
Old land's enchantments, agleam,
The moon slips the darkening sea,
The trees sing enthralling as the old gods dream...
As a black broods over Lemuria,
Ebon witchfire enshrouds the citadels,
Sinistrous shadows rise from the vaults of the dreaming gods,
eyes glimmer through the icy whispering moon-mist...
Shimmers of in the massing dark,
Moon-frost upon my tongue,
The wraiths gathered beneath the oak,
My soul in antediluvian steel,
The of pallid night descend,
To the ride the jewelled halls,
in ice and witches' spells,
And silence on the marble walls.
By the eldritch glow of moonfire,
The forst-shrouded trees of silent paths,
shades rise forth from the night-dark sea,
A tide of fiends erupts from the ebon gate.
Shimmers of in the massing dark,
Moon-frost glistens my tongue,
The have gathered beneath the oak,
My encased in antediluvian steel,
The shades of night descend,
To ride the jewelled halls,
in ice and witches' spells,
And silence on the marble walls.
Winter moonlight gleams crooked boughs,
The icy caress of night entwines the Obsidian Tower,
The whisperings of ancient tongues are upon the winds,
Dark time-lost spells 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 of the Silent Paths beckons...
Slumbering upon the throne of ice,
I have supped deep the draught of vapours,
Shimmering the gleaming garlanded marble,
A single of glimmering gossamer...
the vaults of shadow-haunted tombs,
I see the fire that like the black heart of night.
In brooding and sombre visions I cries,
Enthralling cries the frost moon rising
I hear the of forces
that seethe serpentine in guffs,
In the dark and places...
The in crystal speaks in dreams,
Of shadows, and the softest breath of dark enchantment.
Of cyclopean 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 slain foes),
by eon-veiled incantations.
Dark wizzards' spells me in ravening shackles,
And black draw my blood
with thorns as as serpent's tooth...
I fall into the rapturous embrace of witches,
The moon upon their ivory bosoms,
And descend into the still, icy of the lakes.
Beyond the of North-Winds,
I await the of the tyrant,
The whispering across the everlasting snows...
My is as light as a wolf's.
Serpents coil ramparts
Of jewelled cities,
of winter's moon are roaming
The temples of the gods.
Great whose tail rests in its mouth,
The circle-without-end bright,
o'er the far night's distant vale,
And shifting heather hills light.
Like snow falls on the sea,
Like that rides upon the breeze,
hoarfrost that melts before the sun,
Now silence over Lemuria...
of black in the massing dark,
Moon-frost upon my tongue,
The wraiths have beneath the oak,
My soul encased in steel,
The shades of pallid descend,
To the slime-flecked jewelled halls,
Enshrined in ice and spells,
And silence falls on the walls.
"R'acan Ahalgana ahalmez
ahatocob tocapa ahchami."
As a black moon over Lemuria.

Byron A. Roberts