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

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