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 trees enthralling chants as the old gods dream...
As a black moon over Lemuria,
Ebon witchfire enshrouds the 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 soul encased in steel,
The shades of night descend,
To the ride the jewelled halls,
in ice and witches' spells,
And silence falls on the walls.
By the eldritch glow of moonfire,
The forst-shrouded trees of silent paths,
Brooding shades forth from the night-dark sea,
A black tide of erupts from the ebon gate.
of black in the massing dark,
Moon-frost glistens 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 silence falls on the walls.
moonlight 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 Moon...
And in the ethereal mists of winter dreams,
The ebon waters of enlightment gleam the black moon,
And the Valley of the Paths beckons...
Slumbering upon the of moon-caressed ice,
I supped deep the draught of white vapours,
upon the gleaming garlanded marble,
A strand of glimmering gossamer...
Beneath the vaults of tombs,
I see the fire burns like the black heart of night.
In and sombre visions I hear cries,
cries 'neath the frost moon 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 softest breath of enchantment.
Of ancient temples, raising jewelled spires to the stars.
The is in the moon,
And brooding reigns over the woods.
My storm-forged
(stained with the of a thousand slain foes),
Ensorcelled by incantations.
wizzards' spells entwine me in ravening shackles,
And roses draw my blood
thorns as sharp as serpent's tooth...
I into the rapturous embrace of sloe-eyed witches,
The moon upon their ivory bosoms,
And into the still, icy waters of the lakes.
the veil of North-Winds,
I await the of the tyrant,
The wind whispering across the snows...
My slumber is as as a wolf's.
Serpents coil ramparts
Of jewelled cities,
Wolves of winter's are roaming
The of the heather gods.
worm whose tail rests in its mouth,
The burns bright,
Brood o'er the far distant vale,
And heather hills wandering light.
Like that falls on the sea,
Like that rides upon the breeze,
hoarfrost that melts before the sun,
Now silence broods Lemuria...
Shimmers of black in the dark,
Moon-frost upon my tongue,
The wraiths have beneath the oak,
My soul encased in steel,
The shades of night descend,
To the slime-flecked jewelled halls,
in ice and witches' spells,
And silence on the marble walls.
"R'acan Ahalgana chamiabac
tocapa chiamiaholom ahchami."
As a black moon over Lemuria.

Byron A. Roberts