Luyện nghe bài hát A Black Moon Broods Over Leumria

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

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

Shimmers of black in the dark,
glistens upon my tongue,
The wraiths have beneath the oak,
My soul encased in steel,
The shades of night descend,
To the ride the jewelled halls,
Enshrined in ice and spells,
And silence on the marble walls.

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

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

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

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

Slumbering upon the throne of ice,
I supped deep the draught of white vapours,
Shimmering the gleaming garlanded marble,
A single of glimmering gossamer...
Beneath the vaults of tombs,
I see the fire burns like the black heart of night.
In brooding and sombre visions I cries,
Enthralling cries 'neath the moon rising
I the slithering of forces that seethe serpentine in black guffs,
In the dark and places...

The whisperer in crystal in dreams,
Of silken shadows, and the softest of dark enchantment.
Of ancient temples, raising jewelled spires to the stars.
The is in the moon,
And silence reigns 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 blood with thorns as as serpent's tooth...
I fall into the rapturous of sloe-eyed witches,
The moon gleaming their ivory bosoms,
And descend into the still, icy of the lakes.
Beyond the veil of north-winds, I the emissaries of the tyrant,
The whispering across the everlasting snows...
My slumber is as as a wolf's.

Serpents coil entempled
Of sunken cities,
of winter's moon are roaming
The temples of the gods.
Great whose tail rests in it's mouth,
The circle-without-end bright,
Brood o'er the far night's vale,
And heather hills wandering light.

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

Shimmers of in the massing dark,
glistens upon my tongue,
The have gathered beneath the oak,
My soul in antediluvian steel,
The of pallid night descend,
To ride the jewelled halls,
Enshrined in ice and spells,
And falls on the marble walls.

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

As a moon broods over lemuria.