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

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

I seize the throne dagon's stone,
Dark hordes arise 'neath skies,
Forged the moon, by skulthur's 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,
so pale as dawn-frost gleaming,
Kisses sweet moon-dew's tears.
within the glacial ice-veiled temple,
Ancient
Summon the shades of the dreaming kings...
And the throne once again draws
Power the moon-shrouded crystal...
Mystic steel is by the crimson wine of battle,
And blood reddens the snow.

Storm-borne bride of fire,
Serpent-witch of the fens,
Veils of and sable,
Blood spilled in the of night,
Frost-garlanded, the mind-binding
Of tear-filled eyes,
The of winter moonlight upon black waters,
spells of the enchantress.

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

sun... black moon!