Luyện nghe bài hát Dreaming of Atlantean Spires

All fly to me...

I have torn the of dreams,
by (the gleam of) moon-frost's caress,
My is held in icy thrall,
The horned moon's enchantment,
The topaz is beckoning,
The jewelled sword my grasp,
The dreaming gods now grimly in
The silence of spires.
The sky is black chaos-fiends,
Spellcraft rides witch-storm's wings,
Beneath the vaults of 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 night your flesh,
Enfold me in mist of lace,
lips grow red by candlelight,
My is raven-tressed.
The sky is black chaos-fiends,
Spellcraft the witch-storm's wings,
Beneath the of time-lost tombs,
summon the shadow-kings.

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

Weave thy spells,
'neath the moon,
Witch-fire is through
marble halls.

The gate opens...
Blood the ebon blade...