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) scent of lotus,
Ahiling a black sun with rays,
Hailing a black moon as agleam,
The dark horn sounds 'cross the vale,
call in this bleak winter's dream.

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

White flames on the snow,
The gleams through northern skies,
The frost of heather her tongue,
Whispering dreams of spires,
Ruby lipped, midnight tressed, eyes as as raven's wing,
Flesh so 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 once again draws
Power the moon-shrouded crystal...
steel is anointed by the crimson wine of battle,
And reddens the gleaming snow.

bride of winter's fire,
Serpent-witch of the fens,
Veils of and sable,
Blood in the vault of night,
Frost-garlanded, the mind-binding
Of tear-filled eyes,
The gleam of moonlight upon black waters,
Nighted of the enchantress.

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

Black sun... moon!