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

The of the Forest-King on the Eve of the Nexus:
I am the King of the Deep Woods,
of the Old Gods of the Forest...
I the whispered words of the trees...
Such secrets they sing...
Swaying serpents ring my throne,
Night and are my hunting dogs...
Ravenous, howl to be unshackled,
That maws 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, unfurl thy wings...
Awaken, o' elder creatures of this realm,
Stalk once more this eve.
I hear the whispered of the trees,
Such secrets they sing...
I now at the anvil,
hammer in my hand,
In thunder-song the I smite,
A clarion heard this land.
(Yawning beneath me...) the jaws of the worm...
(hearken, the is woven...) the call of the worm...
Raven's claw... of the wolf
Ablaze upon the of Stone,
The of An-rayuth, the summoning!
Folk of the Mist, in Shadow,
The thrice-blessed of the Wood-Gods is beckoning!
At the Shrine of the Oak I kneel,
O' of the Great Forest, hear me this night...
The Oracle Speaks:
The gods of the earth and sky are watching, the is nigh on complete... the nexus is
at hand. But hearken... for a new enemy from the east... an enemy who hide
their poisoned blades behind words of falsehood with the ichors of carrion, to
men's minds with fetters of deceit. Speak now, o' Liege of the Deep Woods, Master
of Darkenhold, and the enemy shall you...
The
Yes... I now the face of the encroaching foe... Hear my oath! You, clad in gleaming
robes of sparkling saffron, engorged with the mindless adoration of thralls who
bend the knee in obeisance... 'neath thine vestments hides the rank stench of
leprous corruption! Bring not thine cursed icons into my ancient realm... your of
untruth shall not be heard here! My steel is and thirsting for your life-ichors... aye,
and my dying breath I'll spit defiance in your face!
Upon my throne hewn of ancient oak I brood...
My mantle, the stirred by the whispering of the winds.
The elder of the Deep Woods gaze grimly down upon me...
My courses through the trees and the earth...
And I in silence, ebon-eyed and raven-winged.
From every of my kingdom...
The of the Trees:
Can you not Have you forgotten the magic?
Sing to us your spells more, and the ancient forest shall dance to your words...
The
I now at the anvil,
Adamantine in my hand,
In the steel I smite,
A clarion throughout this land.
Can you not see the coils of the all about you?
Can you not hear the of the worm beneath you?
Can you not scent the breath of the worm riding the
Can you not the skin of the worm 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 secrets sing...
Lyrics:
Music: Jonny and Maudling