Luyện nghe bài hát Enthroned In The Temple Of The Serpent Kings

Ancient carved of ice,
Etched a glimmering sky,
Beneath the moonlight, the witch enthralling,
(like the sublime) scent of lotus,
Ahiling a black sun ebon rays,
a black moon as onyx agleam,
The dark sounds 'cross the nighted vale,
Shadows call in this winter's dream.
I seize the throne round stone,
hordes arise 'neath winter skies,
Forged 'neath the moon, by tomb,
sealed, by frost-veiled steel.
White dancing on the snow,
The witch-fire gleams Northern skies,
The of heather upon her tongue,
dreams of Atlantean spires,
Ruby lipped, midnight tressed, eyes as black as wing,
Flesh so as dawn-frost gleaming,
Kisses like moon-dew's tears.
Deep within the glacial temple,
Ancient
Summon the shades of the dreaming Kings...
And the Ophidian Throne again draws
Power from the crystal...
Mystic steel is anointed by the wine of battle,
And reddens the gleaming snow.
Storm-borne bride of fire,
Serpent-witch of the fens,
Veils of and sable,
Blood in the vault of night,
Frost-garlanded, the mind-binding
Of ophidian eyes,
The gleam of winter upon black waters,
spells of the enchantress.
Scourge of Angsaar, of the Black Sword,
Immortal Lord of Darkmere, Serpent-Witch me.
Black Sun... Moon!
(Lyrics: Byron, Music: & Jonny)