Luyện nghe bài hát A Black Moon Broods Over Leumria

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

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

Shimmers of in the massing dark,
glistens upon my tongue,
The wraiths have gathered 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 silence on the marble walls.

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

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 the slime-flecked jewelled halls,
in ice and witches' 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 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 mists of dreams,
The ebon waters of gleam 'neath the black moon,
And the valley of the silent beckons...

Slumbering upon the throne of ice,
I have supped the draught of white vapours,
Shimmering the gleaming garlanded marble,
A strand of glimmering gossamer...
Beneath the of shadow-haunted tombs,
I see the fire that burns like the heart of night.
In brooding and sombre I hear cries,
Enthralling cries 'neath the frost moon
I hear the of forces that seethe serpentine in black guffs,
In the and silent places...

The in crystal speaks in dreams,
Of silken shadows, and the breath of dark enchantment.
Of ancient temples, raising jewelled spires to the stars.
The is in the moon,
And brooding silence over the woods.
My sword (stained with the blood of a thousand slain foes),
Ensorcelled by incantations.
Dark spells entwine me in ravening shackles,
And black roses draw my with thorns as sharp as serpent's tooth...
I fall into the rapturous embrace of witches,
The moon upon their ivory bosoms,
And descend into the still, icy of the lakes.
Beyond the of north-winds, I await the emissaries of the tyrant,
The wind whispering across the snows...
My is as light as a wolf's.

Serpents entempled ramparts
Of jewelled cities,
Wolves of winter's are roaming
The temples of the gods.
Great worm tail rests in it's mouth,
The circle-without-end bright,
Brood the far night's distant vale,
And heather hills wandering light.

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

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

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

As a black moon broods lemuria.