Luyện nghe bài hát A Black Moon Broods Over Leumria

Dark baleful astride the mystic heath,
Old land's enchantments, agleam,
The slips 'neath the darkening sea,
The trees enthralling chants as the old gods dream...
As a moon broods over Lemuria,
Ebon enshrouds the gleaming citadels,
Sinistrous shadows rise from the of the dreaming elder gods,
Ophidian glimmer through the icy whispering moon-mist...
of black in the massing dark,
Moon-frost glistens my tongue,
The wraiths have beneath the oak,
My soul in antediluvian steel,
The of pallid night descend,
To the ride the slime-flecked halls,
Enshrined in ice and spells,
And falls on the marble walls.
By the glow of black moonfire,
The forst-shrouded trees whisper of paths,
Brooding shades forth from the night-dark sea,
A black tide of fiends erupts the ebon gate.
Shimmers of black in the dark,
Moon-frost glistens my tongue,
The wraiths gathered beneath the oak,
My soul in antediluvian steel,
The shades of night descend,
To ride the slime-flecked halls,
Enshrined in ice and spells,
And falls on the marble walls.
moonlight gleams through crooked boughs,
The icy caress of night entwines the Obsidian Tower,
The of ancient tongues are borne upon the winds,
time-lost spells hold the key
to the frost Gate of the Black Moon...
And in the ethereal mists of winter dreams,
The ebon waters of enlightment 'neath the black moon,
And the Valley of the Silent beckons...
Slumbering upon the throne of ice,
I have supped the draught of white vapours,
Shimmering 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 sombre I hear cries,
Enthralling cries 'neath the frost moon
I the slithering of forces
that serpentine in black guffs,
In the dark and places...
The whisperer in 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 silence reigns over the woods.
My sword
(stained the blood of a thousand slain foes),
Ensorcelled by incantations.
wizzards' spells entwine me in ravening shackles,
And black roses my blood
with thorns as sharp as tooth...
I fall into the embrace 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 whispering across the everlasting snows...
My is as light as a wolf's.
coil entempled ramparts
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,
o'er the far night's distant vale,
And shifting heather hills light.
Like that falls on the sea,
Like smoke rides upon the breeze,
Like hoarfrost that before the sun,
Now broods over Lemuria...
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 ride the jewelled halls,
in ice and witches' spells,
And falls on the marble walls.
"R'acan Ahalgana chamiabac
ahatocob chiamiaholom ahchami."
As a moon broods over Lemuria.

Lyrics: A. Roberts