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

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

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

White dancing on the snow,
The witch-fire gleams through skies,
The of heather upon her tongue,
dreams of atlantean spires,
Ruby lipped, midnight tressed, eyes as black as wing,
Flesh so pale as gleaming,
Kisses sweet like tears.
Deep the glacial ice-veiled temple,
Ancient
Summon the shades of the dreaming kings...
And the throne once again draws
from the moon-shrouded crystal...
Mystic steel is 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,
Blood 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, ensorcle me.

sun... black moon!