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

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

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

White flames on the snow,
The witch-fire gleams northern skies,
The frost of heather her tongue,
dreams of atlantean spires,
Ruby lipped, tressed, eyes as black as raven's wing,
so pale as dawn-frost gleaming,
Kisses like moon-dew's tears.
within the glacial ice-veiled temple,
Ancient
Summon the shades of the serpent kings...
And the ophidian throne once draws
from the moon-shrouded crystal...
Mystic steel is anointed by the wine of battle,
And blood reddens the snow.

bride 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 tear-filled eyes,
The gleam of winter upon black waters,
spells of the enchantress.

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

sun... black moon!