Luyện nghe bài hát A Black Moon Broods Over Leumria

Dark shades astride the mystic heath,
Old land's enchantments, agleam,
The moon 'neath the darkening sea,
The trees sing chants as the old gods dream...
As a moon broods over Lemuria,
witchfire enshrouds the gleaming citadels,
Sinistrous shadows rise the vaults of the dreaming elder gods,
Ophidian eyes glimmer through the icy moon-mist...
of black in the massing dark,
Moon-frost upon my tongue,
The wraiths have gathered the oak,
My encased in antediluvian steel,
The shades of pallid descend,
To the the slime-flecked jewelled halls,
Enshrined in ice and spells,
And silence falls on the walls.
By the eldritch of black moonfire,
The trees whisper of silent paths,
Brooding shades rise forth the night-dark sea,
A black tide of fiends erupts 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 entwines the eon-veiled Tower,
The whisperings of ancient tongues are upon the winds,
Dark time-lost spells the key
to the frost Gate of the Black 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,
Shimmering upon the garlanded marble,
A single strand of gossamer...
Beneath the of shadow-haunted tombs,
I see the fire that burns like the heart of night.
In and sombre visions I hear cries,
cries 'neath the frost moon rising
I the slithering of forces
that serpentine in black guffs,
In the and silent places...
The in crystal speaks in dreams,
Of silken shadows, and the softest of dark enchantment.
Of ancient temples, raising jewelled spires to the stars.
The is in the moon,
And brooding silence over the woods.
My sword
(stained the blood of a thousand slain foes),
by eon-veiled incantations.
Dark wizzards' spells me in ravening shackles,
And black roses my blood
with thorns as as serpent's tooth...
I into the rapturous embrace 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 wind across the everlasting snows...
My is as light as a wolf's.
Serpents coil entempled
Of jewelled cities,
Wolves of winter's are roaming
The temples of the gods.
Great worm whose tail in its mouth,
The burns bright,
Brood the far night's distant vale,
And shifting heather hills light.
Like snow that on the sea,
smoke that rides upon the breeze,
Like that melts before the sun,
Now silence broods Lemuria...
Shimmers of in the massing dark,
Moon-frost upon my tongue,
The wraiths have gathered the oak,
My encased in antediluvian steel,
The shades of night descend,
To the slime-flecked jewelled halls,
Enshrined in ice and spells,
And falls on the marble walls.
"R'acan chamiabac ahalmez
ahatocob chiamiaholom ahchami."
As a moon broods over Lemuria.

Lyrics: Byron A.