Luyện nghe bài hát A Black Moon Broods Over Leumria

Dark shades astride the mystic heath,
Old land's enchantments, agleam,
The moon slips the darkening sea,
The trees enthralling chants as the old gods dream...

As a black moon 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 glistens my tongue,
The have gathered beneath the oak,
My soul 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 forst-shrouded whisper of silent paths,
shades rise forth from the night-dark sea,
A black tide of fiends from the ebon gate.

of black in the massing 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 jewelled halls,
Enshrined in ice and spells,
And falls on the marble walls.

Winter gleams through crooked boughs,
The icy of night entwines the eon-veiled obsidian tower,
The whisperings of ancient tongues are upon the winds,
Dark time-lost spells the key to the frost veiled gate of the black moon...

And in the dark ethereal 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,
Shimmering upon the gleaming marble,
A single of glimmering gossamer...
the vaults of shadow-haunted tombs,
I see the that burns like the black heart of night.
In and sombre visions I hear cries,
Enthralling cries 'neath the frost rising
I hear the slithering of forces that 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 cyclopean temples, jewelled spires to the stars.
The is in the moon,
And brooding silence reigns the woods.
My storm-forged sword (stained with the of a thousand slain foes),
Ensorcelled by incantations.
Dark wizzards' entwine me in ravening shackles,
And black roses draw my blood with thorns as as serpent's tooth...
I fall into the rapturous embrace of witches,
The moon gleaming their ivory bosoms,
And descend into the still, icy of the lakes.
the veil of north-winds, I await the emissaries of the tyrant,
The wind across the everlasting snows...
My is as light as a wolf's.

Serpents entempled ramparts
Of sunken cities,
Wolves of winter's moon are
The of the heather gods.
Great whose tail rests in it's mouth,
The burns bright,
Brood the far night's distant vale,
And shifting heather hills light.

Like snow that on the sea,
Like smoke that rides the breeze,
Like that melts before the sun,
Now silence over lemuria...

of black in the massing dark,
Moon-frost glistens my tongue,
The wraiths gathered beneath the oak,
My encased in antediluvian steel,
The of pallid night descend,
To ride the jewelled halls,
in ice and witches' spells,
And silence on the marble walls.

'r'acan ahalgana chamiabac ahalmez ahatocob chiamiaholom ahchami.'

As a black moon over lemuria.