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

Ancient cromlech of ice,
Etched a glimmering sky,
the pale moonlight, the witch enthralling,
(like the sublime) scent of lotus,
a black sun with ebon rays,
Hailing a black moon as agleam,
The dark horn sounds the nighted vale,
call in this bleak winter's dream.
I seize the throne round stone,
Dark arise 'neath winter skies,
Forged 'neath the moon, by tomb,
sealed, by frost-veiled steel.
White flames on the snow,
The witch-fire through Northern skies,
The frost of upon her tongue,
Whispering dreams of spires,
Ruby lipped, tressed, eyes as black as raven's wing,
so pale as dawn-frost gleaming,
Kisses sweet moon-dew's tears.
within the glacial ice-veiled temple,
Ancient
Summon the shades of the Serpent Kings...
And the Ophidian once again draws
from the moon-shrouded crystal...
Mystic steel is anointed by the wine of battle,
And reddens the gleaming snow.
bride of winter's fire,
Serpent-witch of the fens,
Veils of and sable,
Blood spilled in the of night,
Frost-garlanded, the mind-binding
Of tear-filled eyes,
The of winter moonlight upon black waters,
Nighted of the enchantress.
of Angsaar, wielder of the Black Sword,
Immortal Lord of Darkmere, ensorcle me.
Sun... Black Moon!
(Lyrics: Byron, Music: & Jonny)