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 immortal King of the Woods,
of the Old Gods of the Forest...
I hear the whispered of the trees...
Such ancient secrets sing...
Swaying serpents ring my throne,
Night and shadow are my 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 branches the nighted heavens.
Spirits who in shadow, unfurl thy darkling wings...
Awaken, o' elder creatures of this realm,
once more this ebon-cloaked eve.
I hear the words of the trees,
Such secrets they sing...
I now at the anvil,
Adamantine in my hand,
In thunder-song the I smite,
A clarion throughout this land.
(Yawning beneath me...) the jaws of the worm...
(hearken, the spell is woven...) the of the worm...
claw... tooth of the wolf
Ablaze the Altar of Stone,
The of An-rayuth, the summoning!
Folk of the Mist, in Shadow,
The thrice-blessed wand of the is beckoning!
At the aeon-swathed of the Oak I kneel,
O' Oracle of the Great Forest, hear me night...
The Oracle Speaks:
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 from the east... an enemy who
their poisoned behind words of falsehood sweetened with the ichors of carrion, to
bind men's minds with fetters of deceit. now, o' Liege of the Deep Woods, Master
of Darkenhold, and the enemy shall you...
The
Yes... I behold now the face of the foe... Hear my oath! You, clad in gleaming
robes of sparkling saffron, engorged with the mindless of countless thralls who
bend the knee in flaccid obeisance... 'neath thine vestments hides the rank of
leprous corruption! Bring not thine cursed icons into my realm... your words of
untruth shall not be heard here! My is honed and thirsting for your life-ichors... aye,
and with my dying I'll spit defiance in your face!
Upon my great throne of ancient oak I brood...
My mantle, the leaves stirred by the of the winds.
The elder of the Deep Woods gaze grimly down upon me...
My blood courses through the and the earth...
And I in silence, ebon-eyed and raven-winged.
every bough of my kingdom...
The Lament of the
Can you not Have you forgotten the magic?
Sing to us your spells once more, and the ancient forest shall dance to words...
The
I now at the anvil,
hammer in my hand,
In thunder-song the I smite,
A clarion heard throughout land.
Can you not see the coils of the all about you?
Can you not hear the writhing of the beneath you?
Can you not scent the of the worm riding the wind?
Can you not touch the skin of the in all that surrounds you?
Can you not taste the ichors of the worm your tongue?
Do dreams of the worm not haunt your
The
I hear the words of the trees,
Such ancient they sing...
Lyrics:
Jonny and Chris Maudling