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

The Words of the 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...
ancient secrets they sing...
Swaying serpents my oak-hewn throne,
Night and shadow are my dogs...
Ravenous, they to be unshackled,
their maws may be glutted with the blood of my foes.
Raven's claw... of the wolf
Ancient my brooding sentinels,
Gnarled clawing the nighted heavens.
who dwell in shadow, unfurl thy darkling wings...
Awaken, o' elder creatures of this realm,
Stalk once this ebon-cloaked eve.
I hear the whispered of the trees,
ancient 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...
Raven's claw... tooth of the
Ablaze upon the 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 aeon-swathed of the Oak I kneel,
O' Oracle of the Forest, hear me this night...
The Sylvan Speaks:
The gods of the earth and sky are watching, the circle is nigh on complete... the is
at hand. But hearken... for a new approaches from the east... an enemy who hide
their blades 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 hear you...
The
Yes... I behold now the face of the encroaching foe... my oath! You, clad in gleaming
robes of sparkling saffron, engorged with the mindless of countless thralls who
bend the knee in flaccid obeisance... thine vestments hides the rank stench of
leprous corruption! Bring not thine cursed icons into my ancient realm... words of
untruth shall not be heard here! My steel is honed and for your life-ichors... aye,
and with my dying breath I'll spit defiance in face!
Upon my throne hewn of ancient oak I brood...
My mantle, the leaves stirred by the of the winds.
The elder gods of the Deep Woods gaze grimly down me...
My courses through the trees and the earth...
And I watch in silence, and raven-winged.
From every of my kingdom...
The Lament of the
Can you not Have you forgotten the magic?
Sing to us your spells once more, and the forest shall dance 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 the writhing of the worm beneath you?
Can you not scent the breath of the riding the wind?
Can you not touch the of the worm in all that surrounds you?
Can you not taste the ichors of the worm upon tongue?
Do of the worm not haunt your slumber?
The
I hear the whispered of the trees,
Such ancient they sing...
Lyrics:
Music: Jonny and Chris