Luyện nghe bài hát A Black Moon Broods Over Leumria

Dark baleful astride the mystic heath,
Old land's enchantments, agleam,
The moon slips the darkening sea,
The trees sing enthralling chants as the old dream...

As a black moon broods lemuria,
witchfire enshrouds the gleaming citadels,
Sinistrous rise from the vaults of the dreaming elder gods,
Ophidian glimmer 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 pallid descend,
To the ride the slime-flecked halls,
Enshrined in ice and spells,
And falls on the marble walls.

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

Shimmers of black in the dark,
Moon-frost upon my tongue,
The wraiths gathered beneath 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.

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

upon the throne of moon-caressed ice,
I have deep the draught of white vapours,
Shimmering upon the garlanded marble,
A single strand of gossamer...
the vaults of shadow-haunted tombs,
I see the fire burns like the black heart of night.
In brooding and sombre visions I cries,
cries 'neath the frost 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 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),
Ensorcelled by incantations.
Dark wizzards' spells entwine me in shackles,
And black roses my blood with thorns as sharp as serpent's tooth...
I into the rapturous embrace of sloe-eyed witches,
The gleaming upon their ivory 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 the everlasting snows...
My slumber is as as a wolf's.

Serpents coil ramparts
Of jewelled cities,
of winter's moon are roaming
The of the heather gods.
Great worm whose tail in it's mouth,
The burns bright,
Brood the far night's distant vale,
And shifting heather wandering light.

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

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

ahalgana chamiabac ahalmez ahatocob tocapa chiamiaholom ahchami.'

As a black broods over lemuria.