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

Ancient carved 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 moon as agleam,
The dark horn sounds 'cross the vale,
Shadows in this bleak winter's dream.
I seize the throne round stone,
Dark hordes 'neath winter skies,
Forged 'neath the moon, by tomb,
Blood-oath sealed, by steel.
flames dancing on the snow,
The witch-fire gleams Northern skies,
The of heather upon her tongue,
Whispering of Atlantean spires,
Ruby lipped, midnight tressed, eyes as black as wing,
Flesh so pale as gleaming,
Kisses sweet like tears.
Deep within the ice-veiled temple,
Ancient
Summon the shades of the dreaming Kings...
And the Ophidian Throne again draws
from the moon-shrouded crystal...
Mystic steel is by the crimson wine of battle,
And reddens the gleaming snow.
Storm-borne bride of fire,
of the whispering fens,
Veils of and sable,
Blood spilled in the of night,
Frost-garlanded, the mind-binding
Of ophidian eyes,
The gleam of winter moonlight black waters,
spells of the enchantress.
Scourge of Angsaar, of the Black Sword,
Immortal of Darkmere, Serpent-Witch ensorcle me.
Sun... Black Moon!
(Lyrics: Byron, Chris & Jonny)