Luyện nghe bài hát A Black Moon Broods Over Leumria

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

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

of black in the massing dark,
Moon-frost glistens my tongue,
The wraiths have beneath 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 eldritch of black moonfire,
The forst-shrouded trees of silent paths,
Brooding shades rise forth from the 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,
in ice and witches' spells,
And silence on the marble walls.

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

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

Slumbering upon the of moon-caressed ice,
I have supped deep the of white vapours,
Shimmering upon the garlanded marble,
A single 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,
Enthralling cries 'neath the frost rising
I hear the slithering of forces that seethe serpentine in guffs,
In the and silent places...

The in crystal speaks in dreams,
Of silken shadows, and the softest 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),
Ensorcelled by incantations.
Dark wizzards' spells me in ravening shackles,
And black draw my blood with thorns as sharp as serpent's tooth...
I fall into the embrace of sloe-eyed witches,
The moon gleaming upon their bosoms,
And descend the still, icy waters of the lakes.
Beyond the veil of north-winds, I await the of the tyrant,
The whispering across the everlasting snows...
My is as light as a wolf's.

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

Like snow that on the sea,
Like smoke that upon the breeze,
Like hoarfrost melts before the sun,
Now silence broods lemuria...

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

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

As a black moon over lemuria.