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,
a black sun with ebon rays,
Hailing a black as onyx agleam,
The horn sounds 'cross the nighted vale,
Shadows call in this bleak dream.

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

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

Storm-borne bride of fire,
of the whispering fens,
Veils of and sable,
Blood in the vault of night,
Frost-garlanded, the glimmer
Of tear-filled eyes,
The gleam of winter moonlight black waters,
spells of the enchantress.

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

sun... black moon!