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

The Words of the on the Eve of the Nexus:
I am the immortal King of the Woods,
Servitor of the Old of the Forest...
I hear the whispered of the trees...
Such ancient they sing...
Swaying ring my oak-hewn throne,
Night and shadow are my dogs...
Ravenous, howl to be unshackled,
That their maws may be glutted with the of my foes.
Raven's claw... tooth of the
trees my brooding sentinels,
Gnarled clawing the nighted heavens.
Spirits who in shadow, unfurl thy darkling wings...
Awaken, o' elder creatures of sylvan realm,
once more this ebon-cloaked eve.
I hear the words of the trees,
ancient secrets they sing...
I now at the anvil,
Adamantine 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... tooth of the
Ablaze the Altar of Stone,
The of An-rayuth, the summoning!
Folk of the Mist, in Shadow,
The wand of the Wood-Gods is beckoning!
At the aeon-swathed of the Oak I kneel,
O' Oracle of the Great Forest, me this night...
The Sylvan 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 approaches the east... an enemy who hide
their poisoned blades behind 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 shall hear you...
The
Yes... I behold now the face of the encroaching foe... Hear my oath! You, in gleaming
robes of sparkling saffron, engorged with the mindless adoration of countless who
bend the knee in flaccid obeisance... 'neath thine vestments hides the rank of
leprous corruption! Bring not thine cursed into my ancient realm... your words 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 great throne hewn of 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 blood courses the trees and the earth...
And I watch in silence, and raven-winged.
From every of my kingdom...
The of the Trees:
Can you not remember? 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,
Adamantine in my hand,
In thunder-song the I smite,
A clarion throughout this land.
Can you not see the coils of the all about you?
Can you not the writhing of the worm beneath you?
Can you not scent the breath of the worm the wind?
Can you not touch the skin of the in all that surrounds you?
Can you not taste the ichors of the worm upon your
Do dreams of the not haunt your slumber?
The
I the whispered words of the trees,
ancient secrets they sing...
Lyrics:
Music: and Chris Maudling