Luyện nghe bài hát Enthroned in The Temple of The Serpent Kings

Ancient cromlech of ice,
Etched against a sky,
the pale moonlight, the witch enthralling,
(like the sublime) scent of lotus,
Ahiling a sun with ebon rays,
Hailing a black moon as agleam,
The dark horn sounds the nighted vale,
Shadows call in bleak winter's dream.

I seize the round dagon's stone,
Dark 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 northern skies,
The frost of upon her tongue,
dreams of atlantean spires,
Ruby lipped, midnight tressed, eyes as as raven's wing,
so pale as dawn-frost gleaming,
Kisses like moon-dew's tears.
Deep within the glacial temple,
enchantments
Summon the of the dreaming serpent kings...
And the ophidian throne once draws
Power the moon-shrouded crystal...
Mystic steel is by the crimson wine of battle,
And reddens the gleaming snow.

Storm-borne bride of fire,
Serpent-witch of the fens,
Veils of and sable,
spilled in the vault of night,
Frost-garlanded, the glimmer
Of tear-filled eyes,
The gleam of winter moonlight upon waters,
spells of the enchantress.

Scourge of angsaar, wielder of the sword,
Immortal lord of darkmere, ensorcle me.

Black sun... moon!