Luyện nghe bài hát A Black Moon Broods Over Leumria

Dark baleful astride the mystic heath,
Old land's enchantments, agleam,
The slips 'neath the darkening sea,
The trees sing chants as the old gods dream...

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

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

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

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

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

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

upon the throne of moon-caressed ice,
I have deep the draught of white vapours,
Shimmering upon the gleaming marble,
A single of glimmering gossamer...
the vaults of shadow-haunted tombs,
I see the that burns like the black heart of night.
In and sombre visions I hear cries,
Enthralling cries 'neath the frost moon
I hear the slithering of forces that seethe serpentine in guffs,
In the dark and places...

The whisperer in speaks in dreams,
Of silken shadows, and the breath of dark enchantment.
Of ancient cyclopean temples, raising spires to the stars.
The is in the moon,
And brooding silence reigns the woods.
My storm-forged sword (stained the blood of a thousand slain foes),
by eon-veiled incantations.
Dark wizzards' entwine me in ravening shackles,
And black roses draw my with thorns as sharp as serpent's tooth...
I fall into the rapturous of sloe-eyed witches,
The moon gleaming upon their bosoms,
And descend into the still, icy of the lakes.
Beyond the veil of north-winds, I await the of the tyrant,
The wind whispering the everlasting snows...
My slumber is as as a wolf's.

Serpents entempled ramparts
Of jewelled cities,
of winter's moon are roaming
The of the heather gods.
Great whose tail rests in it's mouth,
The circle-without-end bright,
Brood o'er the far distant 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 broods over lemuria...

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

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

As a black moon over lemuria.