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 moon broods over Lemuria,
witchfire enshrouds the gleaming citadels,
Sinistrous rise from the vaults of the dreaming elder gods,
eyes glimmer through the icy whispering moon-mist...
Shimmers of black in the dark,
Moon-frost upon my tongue,
The wraiths have beneath the oak,
My encased in antediluvian steel,
The shades of pallid descend,
To the ride the jewelled halls,
Enshrined in ice and spells,
And falls on the marble walls.
By the glow of black moonfire,
The forst-shrouded trees of silent paths,
Brooding shades forth from the night-dark sea,
A black tide of fiends erupts the ebon gate.
of black in the massing dark,
Moon-frost glistens 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 on the marble walls.
Winter moonlight through crooked boughs,
The icy caress of entwines the eon-veiled Obsidian Tower,
The whisperings of tongues are borne upon the winds,
time-lost spells hold the key
to the frost Gate of the Black Moon...
And in the dark mists of winter dreams,
The ebon waters of enlightment gleam the black moon,
And the Valley of the Silent beckons...
Slumbering the throne of moon-caressed ice,
I have deep the draught of white vapours,
Shimmering the gleaming garlanded marble,
A single strand of gossamer...
Beneath the of shadow-haunted tombs,
I see the fire that burns the black heart of night.
In brooding and visions I hear cries,
cries 'neath the frost moon rising
I the slithering of forces
that serpentine in black guffs,
In the and silent places...
The whisperer in crystal in dreams,
Of silken shadows, and the breath of dark enchantment.
Of ancient cyclopean temples, raising jewelled to the stars.
The is in the moon,
And brooding reigns over the woods.
My sword
(stained with the of a thousand slain foes),
Ensorcelled by incantations.
Dark spells entwine me in ravening shackles,
And black roses draw my
thorns as sharp as serpent's tooth...
I fall into the embrace of sloe-eyed witches,
The gleaming upon their ivory bosoms,
And descend into the still, icy 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 entempled ramparts
Of sunken cities,
of winter's moon are roaming
The of the heather gods.
worm whose tail rests in its mouth,
The burns bright,
Brood the far night's distant vale,
And shifting heather wandering light.
Like snow that on the sea,
smoke that rides upon the breeze,
Like hoarfrost that before the sun,
Now broods over Lemuria...
of black in the massing dark,
Moon-frost upon my tongue,
The wraiths have gathered the oak,
My soul in antediluvian 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 broods over Lemuria.

Lyrics: Byron A.