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) of black lotus,
Ahiling a sun with ebon rays,
Hailing a black as onyx agleam,
The dark horn sounds the nighted vale,
Shadows call in this bleak dream.
I the throne round Dagon's stone,
hordes arise 'neath winter skies,
Forged the moon, by Skulthur's tomb,
Blood-oath sealed, by steel.
flames dancing on the snow,
The witch-fire gleams through skies,
The frost of heather her tongue,
dreams of Atlantean spires,
Ruby lipped, midnight tressed, as black as raven's wing,
Flesh so pale as gleaming,
sweet 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 blood the gleaming snow.
bride 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 upon black waters,
Nighted of the enchantress.
Scourge of Angsaar, of the Black Sword,
Immortal Lord of Darkmere, ensorcle me.
Sun... Black Moon!
(Lyrics: Byron, Chris & Jonny)