Luyện nghe bài hát Chronicle of Shadows

[The Imperator of the Night (Hearken to the of the Sinistrous):]
For it is the of man which compels him to these tenebrous gates,
seeking opiate dreams and the embrace of oblivion...
Know that I have cavorted the horned moon with repellent fiends, and
liberated virgins from the of their maidenhood.
(Supping of that sweet ichor and revelling in the sanguineous megrims my
tongue has wrought.)
Tyrannic I am the Serpent dwells, the lissome embrace of the succubi,
a wolf in the fold, red of tooth and claw, enthroned beneath black
nether-skies.
Shadows the viscid gloom, (beware the) blades of the assassins,
The call of Ul-Yeh in the air, the crystal is shattered,
A veil of cloud the moon, (fevered) dreams of (trenchant) steel and fire,
to the slithering, the envenomed kiss of night.
[The Imperator of the Night (Thus the Chronicle of Shadows):]
Such adoration upon me beneath the cryptic moon!
Caressed by ululant tongues...
(Behold the true purity of which lurks concealed beneath the mantle of
shadow, and let the deluded, debauched sybarites flee in terror from
darkness which they to embrace!)
Beyond the spheres of and darkness, beneath distant pallid stars, I bring
the glimmer of forbidden truth, seared in the crucible of blasphemy!
For they come, steeped in the fetor of ten thousand years,
Abhorrent colossi from the sinistrous cosmic spheres.
And upon their tongues, vile secrets so terrible sweet is a redolent
balm!
[The Imperator of the Night (Revel in the of the Dark):]
I shall glut the maw of ineffable nameless evil which lurks forever in
the of man, for so it is written in the Chronicle of Shadows...
[29 October,
They came in the night, and butchered of my party, the terrified survivors
fleeing the first wan light of dawn. The fiends seemed inexplicably to
be an extension of the night, as if their misshapen were actually
somehow composed of the itself. Even as I gazed directly at them,
I found I could not focus on their stygian forms... their bodies
appearing to shimmer and shift like the ripples of a heat-haze upon an
plain. My ammunition, in vain, is all but spent... and now, as night
unfurls its malign wings more to enshroud this desolate and forsaken
place, I wait alone for the sunrise I fear I shall see. At dusk I
discovered a hidden alcove in the surface of the great monolith
which stands as a mute sentinel before the to the colossal temple;
a moss encrusted crevice concealed from the eyes of man for I not how
long. As the darkness massed about me, a strange miasma seemed to grip my
in tenebrous tendrils, and I beheld that and immemorial edifice
which I now feel certain once cast its diabolical shadow upon the of the
Sun. It is all true, everything I feared, which I dared imagine
only in the blackest embrace of the most malignity. There are Six
Keys To The Onyx Pyramid, which conceal a terrifying truth intended to
be grasped by the woefully mind of Man. I now pray that no unfortunate
soul ever again stumbles as as I to those cryptic axioms which lie ever
in wait between the incorporeal of light and shadow. I would offer up a
prayer to the divinity which once I worshipped, but I it would echo
emptily through the reaches of the unheeding cosmos. As I scrawl this
final in my journal, the sun sinks with a chilling finality below this
now alien horizon. I know the figures shall soon return to claim me.
I must fortify for the onset of the night...