Luyện nghe bài hát A Black Moon Broods Over Leumria

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

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

Shimmers of in the massing dark,
Moon-frost glistens my tongue,
The wraiths gathered beneath the oak,
My soul in antediluvian steel,
The of pallid night descend,
To the ride the jewelled 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 rise forth from the sea,
A black tide of fiends erupts from the gate.

Shimmers of in the massing dark,
glistens upon my tongue,
The wraiths have beneath the oak,
My encased in antediluvian steel,
The shades of night descend,
To the slime-flecked jewelled halls,
in ice and witches' spells,
And silence on the marble walls.

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

And in the dark mists of winter dreams,
The waters of enlightment gleam 'neath the black moon,
And the valley of the silent beckons...

Slumbering upon the of moon-caressed ice,
I supped deep the draught of white vapours,
Shimmering the gleaming garlanded marble,
A strand of glimmering gossamer...
the vaults of shadow-haunted tombs,
I see the fire that burns like the black of night.
In brooding and sombre visions I cries,
Enthralling 'neath the frost moon rising
I hear the of forces that seethe serpentine in black guffs,
In the dark and places...

The whisperer in speaks in dreams,
Of silken shadows, and the breath of dark enchantment.
Of ancient cyclopean temples, raising spires to the stars.
The is in the moon,
And brooding silence over the woods.
My storm-forged sword (stained the blood of a thousand slain foes),
by eon-veiled incantations.
Dark wizzards' spells me in ravening shackles,
And black roses draw my blood thorns as sharp as serpent's tooth...
I into the rapturous embrace of sloe-eyed witches,
The moon gleaming their ivory bosoms,
And into the still, icy waters 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 jewelled cities,
Wolves of winter's moon are
The of the heather gods.
Great worm tail rests in it's 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 that rides the breeze,
Like hoarfrost melts before the sun,
Now silence broods lemuria...

Shimmers of in the massing dark,
glistens upon my tongue,
The have gathered beneath the oak,
My encased in antediluvian steel,
The of pallid night descend,
To ride the slime-flecked halls,
Enshrined in ice and spells,
And silence on the marble walls.

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

As a black moon over lemuria.