Luyện nghe bài hát A Black Moon Broods Over Leumria

Dark baleful astride the mystic heath,
Old enchantments, wolf-eyes agleam,
The moon slips 'neath the sea,
The sing enthralling chants as the old gods dream...
As a moon broods over Lemuria,
Ebon witchfire the gleaming citadels,
Sinistrous shadows rise the vaults of the dreaming elder gods,
Ophidian eyes through the icy whispering moon-mist...
of black in the massing dark,
Moon-frost glistens my tongue,
The have gathered beneath the oak,
My encased in antediluvian steel,
The shades of night descend,
To the ride the jewelled halls,
Enshrined in ice and spells,
And silence falls on the walls.
By the eldritch glow of moonfire,
The forst-shrouded whisper of silent paths,
Brooding shades forth from the night-dark sea,
A black tide of fiends erupts the ebon gate.
Shimmers of in the massing dark,
Moon-frost glistens my tongue,
The have gathered beneath the oak,
My soul encased in steel,
The of pallid night descend,
To ride the slime-flecked 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 spells the key
to the frost Gate of the Black Moon...
And in the dark ethereal of winter dreams,
The ebon of enlightment gleam 'neath the black moon,
And the of the Silent Paths beckons...
Slumbering upon the of moon-caressed ice,
I have supped deep the draught of vapours,
Shimmering the gleaming garlanded marble,
A single strand of gossamer...
the vaults of shadow-haunted tombs,
I see the fire that burns like the heart of night.
In and sombre visions I hear cries,
Enthralling cries 'neath the frost rising
I the slithering of forces
seethe serpentine in black guffs,
In the dark and places...
The whisperer in crystal in dreams,
Of shadows, and the softest breath of dark enchantment.
Of ancient temples, raising jewelled spires to the stars.
The is in the moon,
And brooding reigns over the woods.
My storm-forged
(stained with the of a thousand slain foes),
by eon-veiled incantations.
Dark wizzards' spells me in ravening shackles,
And roses draw my blood
thorns as sharp as serpent's tooth...
I into the rapturous embrace of sloe-eyed witches,
The moon upon their ivory bosoms,
And into the still, icy waters of the lakes.
the veil of North-Winds,
I await the of the tyrant,
The wind whispering the everlasting snows...
My is as light as a wolf's.
Serpents entempled ramparts
Of sunken cities,
Wolves of winter's are roaming
The temples of the gods.
Great worm whose rests in its mouth,
The burns bright,
Brood the far night's distant vale,
And shifting heather hills light.
Like snow that on the sea,
Like smoke rides upon the breeze,
hoarfrost that melts before the sun,
Now broods over Lemuria...
Shimmers of black in the dark,
Moon-frost upon my tongue,
The wraiths gathered beneath the oak,
My encased in antediluvian steel,
The shades of night descend,
To ride the jewelled halls,
Enshrined in ice and spells,
And silence falls on the walls.
"R'acan Ahalgana chamiabac
tocapa chiamiaholom ahchami."
As a black moon broods Lemuria.

Byron A. Roberts