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 sing enthralling chants as the old dream...
As a black moon over Lemuria,
Ebon witchfire the gleaming citadels,
Sinistrous shadows rise from the vaults of the elder gods,
Ophidian eyes glimmer through the icy moon-mist...
Shimmers of black in the dark,
Moon-frost upon my tongue,
The wraiths have gathered the oak,
My encased in antediluvian 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 glow of black moonfire,
The forst-shrouded trees of silent paths,
Brooding shades rise forth from the sea,
A black tide of erupts from the ebon gate.
Shimmers of black in the dark,
Moon-frost glistens my tongue,
The wraiths have gathered the oak,
My soul encased in steel,
The shades of pallid descend,
To ride the jewelled halls,
Enshrined in ice and spells,
And silence falls on the walls.
Winter gleams through crooked boughs,
The icy of night entwines the eon-veiled Obsidian Tower,
The whisperings of ancient tongues are borne 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 waters 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 the gleaming garlanded marble,
A single of glimmering gossamer...
Beneath the vaults of tombs,
I see the fire that burns the black heart of night.
In brooding and sombre visions I cries,
Enthralling cries 'neath the frost moon
I the slithering of forces
seethe serpentine in black guffs,
In the dark and places...
The whisperer in speaks in dreams,
Of shadows, and the softest breath of dark enchantment.
Of ancient cyclopean temples, raising spires to the stars.
The is in the moon,
And brooding silence reigns the woods.
My sword
(stained the blood of a thousand slain foes),
by eon-veiled incantations.
Dark wizzards' spells entwine me in shackles,
And black roses draw my
with thorns as sharp as tooth...
I fall into the embrace of sloe-eyed witches,
The moon gleaming upon their bosoms,
And into the still, icy waters 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 coil entempled
Of jewelled cities,
Wolves of winter's moon are
The of the heather gods.
Great worm whose tail in its mouth,
The burns bright,
Brood the far night's distant vale,
And shifting heather hills light.
Like that falls on the sea,
Like smoke that upon the breeze,
hoarfrost that melts before the sun,
Now silence over Lemuria...
of black in the massing dark,
Moon-frost glistens my tongue,
The have gathered beneath the oak,
My soul encased in steel,
The shades of pallid descend,
To the slime-flecked jewelled halls,
in ice and witches' spells,
And falls on the marble walls.
"R'acan chamiabac ahalmez
tocapa chiamiaholom ahchami."
As a black moon over Lemuria.

Byron A. Roberts