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

Ancient cromlech of ice,
Etched a glimmering sky,
Beneath the moonlight, the witch enthralling,
(like the sublime) of black lotus,
a black sun with ebon rays,
Hailing a black moon as agleam,
The dark horn 'cross the nighted vale,
call in this bleak winter's dream.
I the throne round Dagon's stone,
Dark arise 'neath winter skies,
Forged 'neath the moon, by tomb,
Blood-oath sealed, by steel.
flames dancing on the snow,
The gleams 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 as dawn-frost gleaming,
sweet like moon-dew's tears.
Deep within the glacial temple,
enchantments
Summon the of the dreaming Serpent Kings...
And the Ophidian once again draws
Power from the crystal...
Mystic steel is by the crimson wine of battle,
And blood reddens the snow.
bride of winter's fire,
Serpent-witch of the fens,
of scarlet and sable,
Blood in the vault of night,
Frost-garlanded, the mind-binding
Of ophidian eyes,
The gleam of winter moonlight black waters,
spells of the enchantress.
Scourge of Angsaar, wielder of the Sword,
Immortal of Darkmere, Serpent-Witch ensorcle me.
Sun... Black Moon!
(Lyrics: Byron, Music: & Jonny)