Luyện nghe bài hát A Black Moon Broods Over Leumria

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

Lyrics: A. Roberts