Luyện nghe bài hát A Black Moon Broods Over Leumria

Dark baleful shades the mystic heath,
Old enchantments, wolf-eyes agleam,
The moon slips the darkening sea,
The trees sing enthralling chants as the old dream...
As a black moon over Lemuria,
Ebon enshrouds the gleaming citadels,
Sinistrous shadows rise from the vaults of the dreaming gods,
Ophidian eyes glimmer the icy whispering 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 ride the slime-flecked halls,
in ice and witches' spells,
And falls on the marble walls.
By the eldritch of black moonfire,
The forst-shrouded trees whisper of paths,
Brooding shades rise from the night-dark sea,
A tide of fiends erupts from the ebon gate.
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 ride the jewelled halls,
Enshrined in ice and spells,
And falls on the marble walls.
Winter gleams through crooked boughs,
The icy caress of entwines the eon-veiled Obsidian Tower,
The whisperings of ancient tongues are borne the winds,
Dark time-lost hold the key
to the frost veiled Gate of the Moon...
And in the dark ethereal mists of dreams,
The waters of enlightment gleam 'neath the black moon,
And the Valley of the Paths beckons...
Slumbering upon the throne of ice,
I have supped the draught of white vapours,
upon the gleaming garlanded marble,
A single strand of 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 moon rising
I hear the of forces
seethe serpentine in black guffs,
In the dark and places...
The whisperer in crystal in dreams,
Of silken shadows, and the softest breath of enchantment.
Of cyclopean temples, raising jewelled spires to the stars.
The is in the moon,
And brooding silence over the woods.
My sword
(stained with the blood of a slain foes),
Ensorcelled by incantations.
Dark spells entwine me in ravening shackles,
And black roses draw my
with thorns as as serpent's tooth...
I fall into the rapturous of sloe-eyed witches,
The moon gleaming upon ivory bosoms,
And into the still, icy waters of the lakes.
the veil of North-Winds,
I await the 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 are roaming
The temples of the gods.
Great worm 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 melts before the sun,
Now silence over Lemuria...
Shimmers of in the massing dark,
glistens upon my tongue,
The wraiths gathered beneath the oak,
My encased in antediluvian steel,
The shades of night descend,
To the slime-flecked jewelled halls,
in ice and witches' spells,
And falls on the marble walls.
"R'acan Ahalgana chamiabac
ahatocob tocapa ahchami."
As a black broods over Lemuria.

Lyrics: Byron A.