Luyện nghe bài hát A Black Moon Broods Over Leumria

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

As a black moon over lemuria,
Ebon witchfire enshrouds the citadels,
Sinistrous shadows rise from the vaults of the dreaming gods,
Ophidian eyes through the icy whispering moon-mist...

Shimmers of in the massing dark,
Moon-frost glistens my tongue,
The have gathered beneath the oak,
My soul encased in steel,
The shades of pallid descend,
To the ride the jewelled halls,
Enshrined in ice and spells,
And falls on the marble walls.

By the eldritch glow of moonfire,
The forst-shrouded trees whisper of paths,
Brooding shades forth from the night-dark sea,
A black tide of fiends erupts from the gate.

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 slime-flecked jewelled halls,
Enshrined in ice and spells,
And silence falls on the walls.

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

And in the dark ethereal mists of dreams,
The ebon waters of enlightment gleam the black moon,
And the valley of the silent beckons...

Slumbering the throne of moon-caressed ice,
I have supped deep the of white vapours,
upon the gleaming garlanded marble,
A single strand of gossamer...
Beneath the vaults of tombs,
I see the fire that burns like the heart of night.
In brooding and visions I hear cries,
Enthralling cries 'neath the moon rising
I hear the slithering of forces that seethe serpentine in guffs,
In the dark and places...

The whisperer in speaks 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 over the woods.
My storm-forged sword (stained with the 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 serpent's tooth...
I fall into the rapturous embrace of witches,
The gleaming upon their ivory bosoms,
And descend the still, icy waters of the lakes.
Beyond 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.

coil entempled ramparts
Of jewelled cities,
of winter's moon are roaming
The temples of the gods.
Great worm whose rests in it's mouth,
The burns bright,
o'er the far night's distant vale,
And shifting heather wandering light.

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

of black in the massing dark,
Moon-frost upon my tongue,
The wraiths gathered beneath the oak,
My soul encased in steel,
The shades of night descend,
To ride the jewelled halls,
Enshrined in ice and spells,
And falls on the marble walls.

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

As a black broods over lemuria.