Luyện nghe bài hát A Black Moon Broods Over Leumria

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

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

Shimmers of black in the dark,
glistens upon my tongue,
The have gathered beneath the oak,
My soul in antediluvian steel,
The shades of pallid 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 trees whisper of silent paths,
shades rise forth from the night-dark sea,
A black tide of erupts from the ebon gate.

Shimmers of black in the dark,
glistens upon my tongue,
The wraiths have beneath 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.

Winter moonlight gleams 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 hold the key to the frost veiled gate of the moon...

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

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

The whisperer in speaks in dreams,
Of shadows, and the softest breath of dark enchantment.
Of ancient cyclopean temples, raising jewelled 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 wizzards' entwine me in ravening shackles,
And black roses my blood with thorns as sharp as serpent's tooth...
I fall into the embrace of sloe-eyed witches,
The moon upon their ivory bosoms,
And descend the still, icy waters of the lakes.
Beyond the veil of north-winds, I await the of the tyrant,
The wind whispering across the snows...
My is as light as a wolf's.

Serpents coil entempled
Of sunken cities,
Wolves of winter's moon are
The temples of the gods.
Great worm whose rests 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,
hoarfrost that melts before the sun,
Now broods over lemuria...

Shimmers of black in the dark,
Moon-frost upon my tongue,
The wraiths have gathered the oak,
My encased in antediluvian steel,
The shades of pallid descend,
To ride the jewelled halls,
in ice and witches' spells,
And silence on the marble walls.

ahalgana chamiabac ahalmez ahatocob tocapa chiamiaholom ahchami.'

As a moon broods over lemuria.