Luyện nghe bài hát A Black Moon Broods Over Leumria

Dark shades astride the mystic heath,
Old enchantments, wolf-eyes agleam,
The moon slips 'neath the sea,
The trees sing enthralling as the old gods dream...
As a black moon over Lemuria,
Ebon enshrouds the gleaming citadels,
Sinistrous rise from the vaults of the dreaming elder gods,
Ophidian eyes glimmer through the icy moon-mist...
of black in the massing dark,
Moon-frost glistens my tongue,
The wraiths have gathered the oak,
My soul in antediluvian steel,
The shades of night descend,
To the the slime-flecked jewelled halls,
in ice and witches' spells,
And falls on the marble walls.
By the glow of black moonfire,
The forst-shrouded trees of silent paths,
Brooding rise forth from the night-dark sea,
A black tide of fiends erupts from the gate.
Shimmers of black in the dark,
Moon-frost glistens my tongue,
The wraiths have beneath 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 are borne upon the winds,
Dark time-lost hold the key
to the frost veiled of the Black Moon...
And in the dark mists of winter dreams,
The waters of enlightment gleam 'neath the black moon,
And the Valley of the Paths beckons...
Slumbering upon the of moon-caressed ice,
I have deep the draught of white vapours,
Shimmering upon the gleaming marble,
A strand of glimmering gossamer...
Beneath the of shadow-haunted tombs,
I see the fire that burns the black heart of night.
In brooding and sombre I hear cries,
Enthralling cries the frost moon rising
I hear the of forces
seethe serpentine in black guffs,
In the dark and places...
The in crystal speaks in dreams,
Of silken shadows, and the softest breath of enchantment.
Of ancient cyclopean temples, raising spires to the stars.
The is in the moon,
And brooding silence over the woods.
My storm-forged
(stained with the of a thousand slain foes),
by eon-veiled incantations.
Dark wizzards' entwine me in ravening shackles,
And black roses my blood
thorns as sharp as serpent's tooth...
I fall into the rapturous of sloe-eyed witches,
The moon gleaming upon ivory bosoms,
And descend the still, icy waters of the lakes.
Beyond the of North-Winds,
I await the of the tyrant,
The wind whispering the everlasting snows...
My is as light as a wolf's.
Serpents coil ramparts
Of jewelled cities,
Wolves of moon are roaming
The temples of the gods.
worm whose tail 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,
Like smoke that upon the breeze,
Like hoarfrost that melts the sun,
Now silence over Lemuria...
of black in the massing 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,
in ice and witches' spells,
And silence on the marble walls.
"R'acan Ahalgana ahalmez
ahatocob tocapa ahchami."
As a black broods over Lemuria.

Lyrics: Byron A.