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 of the Deep Woods,
of the Old Gods of the Forest...
I the whispered words of the trees...
Such ancient secrets sing...
Swaying serpents my oak-hewn throne,
and shadow are my hunting dogs...
Ravenous, howl to be unshackled,
That their may be glutted with the blood of my foes.
Raven's claw... tooth of the
Ancient trees my sentinels,
Gnarled clawing the nighted heavens.
Spirits who in shadow, unfurl thy darkling wings...
Awaken, o' elder creatures of this realm,
Stalk once more ebon-cloaked eve.
I hear the words of the trees,
Such ancient they sing...
I now at the anvil,
hammer in my hand,
In thunder-song the I smite,
A heard throughout this land.
(Yawning wide 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!
Folk of the Mist, in Shadow,
The thrice-blessed wand of the is beckoning!
At the Shrine of the Oak I kneel,
O' Oracle of the Great Forest, me this night...
The Oracle Speaks:
The of the earth 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 who hide
their poisoned behind words of falsehood sweetened with the ichors of carrion, to
bind men's minds with fetters of deceit. Speak now, o' Liege of the Deep Woods,
of Darkenhold, and the enemy shall you...
The
Yes... I behold now the face of the encroaching foe... Hear my oath! You, clad in
robes of sparkling saffron, engorged with the adoration of countless thralls who
bend the knee in flaccid obeisance... 'neath thine vestments hides the rank of
leprous corruption! Bring not thine icons into my ancient realm... your words of
shall not be heard here! My steel is honed and thirsting for your life-ichors... aye,
and with my breath I'll spit defiance in your face!
my great throne hewn of ancient oak I brood...
My mantle, the leaves by the whispering of the winds.
The gods of the Deep Woods gaze grimly down upon me...
My blood 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 remember? you forgotten the magic?
Sing to us spells once more, and the ancient forest shall dance to your words...
The
I now at the anvil,
hammer in my hand,
In thunder-song the I smite,
A clarion heard 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 the ichors of the worm upon your tongue?
Do dreams of the worm not haunt slumber?
The
I hear the whispered of the trees,
Such ancient they sing...
Byron
Music: Jonny and Maudling