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) scent of lotus,
Ahiling a black sun with rays,
Hailing a black as onyx agleam,
The dark sounds 'cross the nighted vale,
Shadows call in bleak winter's dream.
I seize the throne Dagon's stone,
Dark hordes arise 'neath skies,
'neath the moon, by Skulthur's tomb,
Blood-oath sealed, by steel.
White dancing on the snow,
The witch-fire through Northern skies,
The frost of upon her tongue,
Whispering of Atlantean spires,
lipped, midnight tressed, eyes as black as raven's wing,
Flesh so pale as gleaming,
sweet like moon-dew's tears.
Deep the glacial ice-veiled temple,
enchantments
Summon the of the dreaming Serpent Kings...
And the Throne once again draws
Power the moon-shrouded crystal...
steel is anointed by the crimson wine of battle,
And blood the gleaming snow.
Storm-borne of winter's fire,
Serpent-witch of the fens,
of scarlet and sable,
Blood in the vault of night,
Frost-garlanded, the glimmer
Of tear-filled eyes,
The gleam of winter moonlight black waters,
Nighted of the enchantress.
of Angsaar, wielder of the Black Sword,
Immortal of Darkmere, Serpent-Witch ensorcle me.
Sun... Black Moon!
(Lyrics: Byron, Music: & Jonny)