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

Ancient carved of ice,
Etched a glimmering sky,
Beneath the moonlight, the witch enthralling,
(like the sublime) of black lotus,
Ahiling a black sun ebon rays,
Hailing a black as onyx agleam,
The dark horn sounds 'cross the 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 witch-fire gleams through skies,
The of heather upon her tongue,
Whispering dreams of spires,
Ruby lipped, tressed, eyes as black as raven's wing,
so pale as dawn-frost gleaming,
Kisses sweet like tears.
Deep within the ice-veiled temple,
enchantments
Summon the of the dreaming serpent kings...
And the ophidian once again draws
Power 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,
Blood in the vault of night,
Frost-garlanded, the glimmer
Of tear-filled eyes,
The gleam of moonlight upon black waters,
Nighted of the enchantress.

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

sun... black moon!