Luyện nghe bài hát In The Raven-haunted Forests Of Darkenhold

The Words of the Forest-King on the Eve of the
I am the King of the Deep Woods,
Servitor of the Old of the Forest...
I hear the whispered of the trees...
ancient secrets they sing...
Swaying serpents my oak-hewn throne,
Night and are my hunting dogs...
Ravenous, they to be unshackled,
That their may be glutted with the blood of my foes.
Raven's claw... of the wolf
trees my brooding sentinels,
Gnarled clawing the nighted heavens.
Spirits who dwell in shadow, thy darkling wings...
Awaken, o' creatures of this sylvan realm,
Stalk once more ebon-cloaked eve.
I hear the whispered of the trees,
Such ancient secrets sing...
I now at the anvil,
hammer in my hand,
In thunder-song the I smite,
A heard throughout this land.
(Yawning beneath me...) the jaws of the worm...
(hearken, the spell is woven...) the of the worm...
Raven's claw... of the wolf
Ablaze the Altar of Stone,
The of An-rayuth, the summoning!
of the Mist, Dwellers in Shadow,
The thrice-blessed of the Wood-Gods is beckoning!
At the Shrine of the Oak I kneel,
O' Oracle of the Forest, hear me this night...
The Sylvan Oracle
The gods of the and sky are watching, the circle is nigh on complete... the nexus is
at hand. But hearken... for a new enemy approaches the east... an enemy who hide
poisoned blades behind words of falsehood sweetened with the ichors of carrion, to
bind men's with fetters of deceit. Speak now, o' Liege of the Deep Woods, Master
of Darkenhold, and the shall hear you...
The
Yes... I behold now the face of the foe... Hear my oath! You, clad in gleaming
robes of sparkling saffron, with the mindless adoration of countless thralls who
the knee in flaccid obeisance... 'neath thine vestments hides the rank stench of
leprous corruption! Bring not thine cursed icons into my realm... your words of
untruth shall not be heard here! My steel is and thirsting for your life-ichors... aye,
and with my dying breath I'll spit defiance in face!
Upon my great hewn of ancient oak I brood...
My mantle, the leaves by the whispering of the winds.
The elder gods of the Woods gaze grimly down upon me...
My courses through the trees and the earth...
And I in silence, ebon-eyed and raven-winged.
From bough of my kingdom...
The of the Trees:
Can you not remember? Have you forgotten the
Sing to us your spells once more, and the ancient forest shall to your words...
The
I now at the anvil,
hammer in my hand,
In thunder-song the I smite,
A clarion throughout this land.
Can you not see the of the worm all about you?
Can you not hear the writhing of the worm you?
Can you not scent the of the worm riding the wind?
Can you not touch the skin of the worm in all that you?
Can you not the ichors of the worm upon your tongue?
Do dreams of the worm not haunt slumber?
The
I hear the words of the trees,
ancient secrets they sing...
Lyrics:
Jonny and Chris Maudling