Luyện nghe bài hát A Black Moon Broods Over Leumria

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

As a black moon broods lemuria,
Ebon witchfire the gleaming citadels,
Sinistrous shadows rise from the vaults of the dreaming gods,
Ophidian eyes 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 shades of night descend,
To the the slime-flecked jewelled halls,
in ice and witches' spells,
And falls on the marble walls.

By the glow of black moonfire,
The trees whisper of silent paths,
shades rise forth from the night-dark sea,
A black tide of fiends from the ebon gate.

Shimmers of 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 on the marble walls.

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

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

Slumbering the throne of moon-caressed ice,
I have supped deep the of white vapours,
Shimmering upon the gleaming marble,
A single of glimmering gossamer...
Beneath the vaults of tombs,
I see the fire that like the black heart of night.
In brooding and visions I hear cries,
Enthralling cries 'neath the frost moon
I hear the slithering of forces that serpentine in black guffs,
In the and silent places...

The whisperer in crystal 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 reigns over the woods.
My storm-forged (stained with the blood of a thousand slain foes),
Ensorcelled by incantations.
Dark wizzards' spells entwine me in shackles,
And black roses draw my blood with thorns as sharp as tooth...
I fall into the embrace of sloe-eyed witches,
The gleaming upon their ivory bosoms,
And into the still, icy waters of the lakes.
Beyond the veil of north-winds, I the emissaries of the tyrant,
The wind across the everlasting snows...
My slumber is as as a wolf's.

coil entempled ramparts
Of sunken cities,
Wolves of winter's moon are
The of the heather gods.
Great worm whose rests in it's mouth,
The burns bright,
Brood o'er the far night's vale,
And shifting heather hills light.

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

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

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

As a black broods over lemuria.