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

Ancient cromlech of ice,
against a glimmering sky,
Beneath the pale moonlight, the 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 call in this bleak dream.
I seize the throne Dagon's stone,
Dark hordes 'neath winter skies,
Forged 'neath the moon, by tomb,
sealed, by frost-veiled steel.
White dancing on the snow,
The witch-fire through Northern skies,
The of heather upon her tongue,
Whispering dreams of spires,
Ruby lipped, midnight tressed, eyes as black as wing,
Flesh so pale as gleaming,
Kisses like moon-dew's tears.
Deep within the glacial temple,
Ancient
the shades of the dreaming Serpent Kings...
And the Ophidian Throne once draws
Power the moon-shrouded crystal...
Mystic is anointed 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 in the vault of night,
Frost-garlanded, the glimmer
Of tear-filled eyes,
The of winter moonlight upon black waters,
Nighted of the enchantress.
Scourge of Angsaar, wielder of the Sword,
Immortal Lord of Darkmere, Serpent-Witch me.
Black Sun... Moon!
(Lyrics: Byron, Chris & Jonny)