Luyện nghe bài hát A Black Moon Broods Over Leumria

Dark baleful shades the mystic heath,
Old enchantments, wolf-eyes agleam,
The moon '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 rise from the of the dreaming elder gods,
Ophidian glimmer through the icy whispering moon-mist...

Shimmers of black in the dark,
Moon-frost glistens my tongue,
The have gathered beneath the oak,
My soul in antediluvian steel,
The shades of pallid descend,
To the ride the jewelled halls,
Enshrined in ice and spells,
And silence falls on the walls.

By the eldritch glow of moonfire,
The forst-shrouded trees whisper of paths,
Brooding shades rise from the night-dark sea,
A black tide of fiends erupts the ebon gate.

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

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

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

upon the throne of moon-caressed ice,
I have supped the draught of white vapours,
Shimmering upon the gleaming marble,
A single strand of gossamer...
the vaults of shadow-haunted tombs,
I see the fire that like the black heart of night.
In brooding and sombre 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 shadows, and the softest breath of dark enchantment.
Of cyclopean temples, raising jewelled spires to the stars.
The is in the moon,
And silence reigns over the woods.
My storm-forged (stained with the blood of a thousand slain foes),
by eon-veiled incantations.
Dark spells entwine me in ravening shackles,
And black roses draw my blood with as sharp as serpent's tooth...
I into the rapturous embrace of sloe-eyed witches,
The moon gleaming upon ivory bosoms,
And descend into the still, icy of the lakes.
Beyond the veil of north-winds, I await the of the tyrant,
The whispering across the everlasting snows...
My slumber is as as a wolf's.

Serpents coil entempled
Of jewelled cities,
Wolves of winter's are roaming
The of the heather gods.
Great worm whose tail rests in mouth,
The burns bright,
Brood o'er the far night's vale,
And shifting hills wandering light.

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

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

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

As a black broods over lemuria.