Luyện nghe bài hát A Black Moon Broods Over Leumria

Dark shades astride the mystic heath,
Old enchantments, wolf-eyes agleam,
The moon 'neath the darkening sea,
The trees sing chants as the old gods dream...

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

Shimmers of black in the dark,
glistens 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 eldritch of black moonfire,
The forst-shrouded trees whisper of paths,
Brooding rise forth 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 gathered beneath the oak,
My soul encased in steel,
The of pallid night descend,
To ride the jewelled halls,
Enshrined in ice and spells,
And silence falls on the 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 gate of the moon...

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

Slumbering upon the throne of ice,
I supped deep the draught of white vapours,
Shimmering the gleaming garlanded marble,
A strand of glimmering gossamer...
Beneath the vaults of tombs,
I see the fire burns like the black heart of night.
In brooding and visions I hear cries,
cries 'neath 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 silken shadows, and the softest of dark enchantment.
Of ancient temples, raising jewelled spires to the stars.
The is in the moon,
And brooding silence reigns the woods.
My storm-forged sword (stained with the blood of a slain foes),
Ensorcelled by incantations.
Dark wizzards' entwine me in ravening shackles,
And black roses 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 across the everlasting snows...
My slumber is as as a wolf's.

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

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

Shimmers of black in the 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 slime-flecked halls,
in ice and witches' spells,
And falls on the marble walls.

ahalgana chamiabac ahalmez ahatocob tocapa chiamiaholom ahchami.'

As a black moon over lemuria.