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

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

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

White dancing on the snow,
The gleams through northern skies,
The frost of heather her tongue,
Whispering dreams of spires,
Ruby lipped, tressed, eyes as black as raven's wing,
Flesh so pale as gleaming,
Kisses like moon-dew's tears.
Deep within the glacial temple,
enchantments
Summon the shades of the dreaming 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 spilled in the of night,
Frost-garlanded, the glimmer
Of ophidian eyes,
The of winter moonlight upon black waters,
Nighted of the enchantress.

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

sun... black moon!