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

Ancient carved of ice,
against a glimmering sky,
Beneath the pale moonlight, the enthralling,
(like the sublime) of black lotus,
Ahiling a black sun with rays,
Hailing a black as onyx agleam,
The dark horn 'cross the nighted vale,
Shadows call in this bleak dream.

I the throne round dagon's stone,
hordes 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,
dreams of atlantean spires,
Ruby lipped, tressed, eyes as black as raven's wing,
Flesh so as dawn-frost gleaming,
Kisses sweet moon-dew's tears.
Deep within the glacial temple,
Ancient
Summon the shades of the dreaming kings...
And the throne once again draws
Power the moon-shrouded crystal...
Mystic steel is anointed by the wine of battle,
And blood reddens the 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 glimmer
Of ophidian eyes,
The gleam of winter moonlight black waters,
Nighted of the enchantress.

Scourge of angsaar, wielder of the sword,
lord of darkmere, serpent-witch ensorcle me.

Black sun... moon!