Luyện nghe bài hát A Black Moon Broods Over Leumria

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

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

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

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

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

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

And in the ethereal mists of winter dreams,
The ebon waters of enlightment gleam the black moon,
And the valley of the paths beckons...

Slumbering upon the throne of ice,
I have supped deep the draught of vapours,
Shimmering upon the garlanded marble,
A single of glimmering gossamer...
Beneath the of shadow-haunted 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 the slithering of forces that seethe serpentine in black guffs,
In the and silent places...

The in crystal speaks in dreams,
Of shadows, and the softest breath of dark enchantment.
Of ancient cyclopean temples, jewelled spires to the stars.
The is in the moon,
And brooding reigns over the woods.
My storm-forged sword (stained with the of a thousand slain foes),
by eon-veiled incantations.
Dark wizzards' entwine me in ravening shackles,
And black roses draw my blood with thorns as as serpent's tooth...
I fall the rapturous embrace of sloe-eyed witches,
The moon gleaming upon their bosoms,
And into the still, icy waters 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 coil ramparts
Of sunken cities,
of winter's moon are roaming
The temples of the gods.
Great worm whose rests in it's mouth,
The burns bright,
Brood o'er the far distant vale,
And shifting heather hills light.

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

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

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

As a black moon broods lemuria.