Luyện nghe bài hát A Black Moon Broods Over Leumria

Dark shades 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 moon broods over Lemuria,
Ebon witchfire enshrouds the citadels,
Sinistrous shadows from the vaults of the dreaming elder gods,
eyes glimmer through the icy whispering moon-mist...
Shimmers of black in the dark,
glistens upon my tongue,
The have gathered beneath 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 glow of moonfire,
The forst-shrouded trees of silent paths,
Brooding shades rise from the night-dark sea,
A black tide of erupts from the ebon gate.
Shimmers of black in the dark,
Moon-frost upon my tongue,
The have 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 silence falls on the walls.
Winter moonlight through crooked boughs,
The icy caress of night the eon-veiled Obsidian Tower,
The whisperings of tongues are borne upon the winds,
Dark time-lost hold the key
to the veiled Gate of the Black Moon...
And in the ethereal mists of winter dreams,
The ebon waters of enlightment gleam the black moon,
And the of the Silent Paths beckons...
Slumbering upon the throne of ice,
I have supped the draught of white vapours,
upon the gleaming garlanded marble,
A strand of glimmering gossamer...
the vaults of shadow-haunted tombs,
I see the that burns like the black heart of night.
In brooding and visions I hear cries,
Enthralling cries 'neath the frost rising
I hear the slithering of
that seethe serpentine in guffs,
In the and silent places...
The whisperer in crystal in dreams,
Of shadows, and the softest breath of dark enchantment.
Of cyclopean temples, raising jewelled spires to the stars.
The is in the moon,
And silence reigns over the woods.
My storm-forged
(stained with the blood of a slain foes),
by eon-veiled incantations.
Dark wizzards' spells entwine me in shackles,
And black draw my blood
with as sharp as serpent's tooth...
I fall into the rapturous of sloe-eyed witches,
The moon gleaming upon their bosoms,
And into the still, icy waters of the lakes.
the veil of North-Winds,
I the emissaries of the tyrant,
The wind whispering the everlasting snows...
My slumber is as as a wolf's.
Serpents coil ramparts
Of sunken cities,
Wolves of moon are roaming
The temples of the gods.
Great whose tail rests in its mouth,
The circle-without-end bright,
Brood o'er the far night's vale,
And shifting heather wandering light.
Like snow falls on the sea,
Like smoke that upon the breeze,
hoarfrost that melts before the sun,
Now silence over Lemuria...
Shimmers of in the massing dark,
glistens upon my tongue,
The wraiths have beneath the oak,
My soul in antediluvian steel,
The shades of pallid descend,
To ride the slime-flecked halls,
in ice and witches' spells,
And falls on the marble walls.
"R'acan Ahalgana ahalmez
tocapa chiamiaholom ahchami."
As a black moon broods Lemuria.

Lyrics: Byron A.