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

Ancient cromlech of ice,
Etched against a sky,
Beneath the moonlight, the witch enthralling,
(like the sublime) of black lotus,
a black sun with ebon rays,
Hailing a moon as onyx agleam,
The horn sounds 'cross the nighted vale,
Shadows call in this winter's dream.

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

White flames on the snow,
The witch-fire through northern skies,
The frost of upon her tongue,
dreams of atlantean spires,
Ruby lipped, midnight tressed, as black as raven's wing,
so pale 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
from the moon-shrouded crystal...
Mystic is anointed by the crimson wine of battle,
And blood reddens the snow.

Storm-borne of winter's 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 upon waters,
spells of the enchantress.

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

Black sun... moon!