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

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

I seize the round dagon's stone,
Dark hordes arise 'neath skies,
Forged the moon, by skulthur's tomb,
Blood-oath sealed, by steel.

White flames on the snow,
The gleams through northern skies,
The of heather upon her tongue,
Whispering dreams of spires,
Ruby lipped, midnight tressed, eyes as black as wing,
so pale as dawn-frost gleaming,
Kisses sweet moon-dew's tears.
Deep within the ice-veiled temple,
enchantments
Summon the shades of the dreaming kings...
And the ophidian throne once again
Power from the crystal...
Mystic steel is anointed by the crimson of battle,
And blood the gleaming snow.

Storm-borne of winter's fire,
Serpent-witch of the fens,
Veils of and sable,
spilled in the vault of night,
Frost-garlanded, the mind-binding
Of ophidian eyes,
The gleam of moonlight upon black waters,
spells of the enchantress.

Scourge of angsaar, of the black sword,
Immortal lord of darkmere, serpent-witch me.

Black sun... moon!