Luyện nghe bài hát Dreaming of Atlantean Spires

All fly to me...

I have torn the of dreams,
Enraptured by (the gleam of) caress,
My is held in icy thrall,
The horned sweet enchantment,
The throne is beckoning,
The jewelled awaits my grasp,
The dreaming gods now brood in
The of atlantean spires.
The sky is with chaos-fiends,
Spellcraft rides with wings,
the vaults of time-lost tombs,
Sorcerers the shadow-kings.

All fly to me!

of heather, moor and sea,
Come lay with me as falls,
me the black elven sword
And the of immortality,
The scent of about your flesh,
Enfold me in this of lace,
Your lips red by candlelight,
My is raven-tressed.
The sky is with chaos-fiends,
Spellcraft rides the wings,
Beneath the vaults of tombs,
Sorcerers the shadow-kings.

And now the fade,
Lost within your dark eyes (I within those ebon eyes)
The sweetest tears I taste (glistening your lips),
This ichor of kisses...

Weave thy spells,
the bright moon,
Witch-fire is glimmering
Sunken halls.

The gate opens...
sates the ebon blade...