Luyện nghe bài hát A Black Moon Broods Over Leumria

Dark baleful shades the mystic heath,
Old enchantments, wolf-eyes agleam,
The moon slips the darkening sea,
The trees sing enthralling as the old gods dream...

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

Shimmers of black in the dark,
Moon-frost upon my tongue,
The wraiths have gathered the oak,
My encased 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 glow of black moonfire,
The forst-shrouded whisper of silent paths,
Brooding shades rise from the night-dark sea,
A black tide of erupts from the ebon gate.

Shimmers of in the massing dark,
Moon-frost upon my tongue,
The wraiths have gathered the oak,
My soul encased in steel,
The of pallid night descend,
To the slime-flecked jewelled halls,
Enshrined in ice and spells,
And falls on the marble walls.

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

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

upon the throne of moon-caressed ice,
I have supped the draught of white vapours,
Shimmering upon the garlanded marble,
A single strand of gossamer...
Beneath the vaults of tombs,
I see the that burns like the black heart of night.
In brooding and visions I hear cries,
Enthralling cries the frost moon rising
I hear the slithering of forces that seethe serpentine in 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 reigns over the woods.
My sword (stained with the blood of a thousand slain foes),
by eon-veiled incantations.
Dark wizzards' spells entwine me in shackles,
And black roses my blood with thorns as sharp as serpent's tooth...
I fall into the rapturous embrace of witches,
The moon gleaming upon their 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 coil entempled
Of sunken cities,
of winter's moon are roaming
The of the heather gods.
worm whose tail rests in it's mouth,
The burns bright,
Brood o'er the far distant vale,
And heather hills wandering light.

snow that falls on the sea,
Like smoke that rides the breeze,
Like hoarfrost that melts the sun,
Now broods over lemuria...

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

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

As a black broods over lemuria.