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) of black lotus,
a black sun with ebon rays,
Hailing a black moon as agleam,
The dark horn sounds the nighted vale,
Shadows call in this winter's dream.

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

White dancing on the snow,
The witch-fire gleams northern skies,
The frost of upon her tongue,
Whispering dreams of spires,
lipped, midnight tressed, eyes as black as raven's wing,
Flesh so pale as gleaming,
Kisses sweet moon-dew's 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.

bride of winter's fire,
Serpent-witch of the fens,
of scarlet and sable,
Blood in the vault of night,
Frost-garlanded, the mind-binding
Of ophidian eyes,
The gleam of winter upon black waters,
spells of the enchantress.

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

Black sun... moon!