Luyện nghe bài hát A Black Moon Broods Over Leumria

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

As a moon broods over lemuria,
Ebon witchfire enshrouds the citadels,
Sinistrous rise from the vaults of the dreaming elder gods,
Ophidian eyes glimmer through the icy 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 of pallid night descend,
To the ride the slime-flecked halls,
in ice and witches' 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 tide of fiends erupts from the ebon gate.

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

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

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

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

The whisperer in crystal in dreams,
Of silken shadows, and the breath of dark enchantment.
Of ancient cyclopean temples, jewelled spires to the stars.
The is in the moon,
And silence reigns over the woods.
My storm-forged sword (stained the blood of a thousand slain foes),
Ensorcelled by incantations.
Dark wizzards' entwine me in ravening shackles,
And roses draw my blood with thorns as sharp as serpent's tooth...
I fall into the rapturous 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 emissaries of the tyrant,
The wind whispering across the snows...
My slumber is as as a wolf's.

Serpents entempled ramparts
Of sunken cities,
Wolves of winter's are roaming
The of the heather gods.
Great worm whose tail rests in mouth,
The circle-without-end bright,
Brood o'er the far night's vale,
And shifting heather wandering light.

Like snow falls on the sea,
Like smoke that rides 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 soul in antediluvian steel,
The of pallid night descend,
To ride the jewelled halls,
Enshrined in ice and spells,
And silence on the marble walls.

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

As a black moon over lemuria.