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

Ancient cromlech of ice,
Etched a glimmering sky,
Beneath the moonlight, the witch enthralling,
(like the sublime) scent of lotus,
Ahiling a black sun with rays,
Hailing a black moon as agleam,
The dark sounds 'cross the nighted vale,
Shadows call in this bleak dream.

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

flames dancing on the snow,
The gleams through northern skies,
The frost of heather her tongue,
dreams of atlantean spires,
Ruby lipped, midnight tressed, as black as raven's wing,
so pale as dawn-frost gleaming,
Kisses sweet moon-dew's tears.
Deep within the glacial temple,
enchantments
Summon the shades of the dreaming kings...
And the ophidian throne once draws
Power from the crystal...
steel is anointed by the crimson wine of battle,
And reddens the gleaming snow.

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

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

Black sun... moon!