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 King of the Deep Woods,
of the Old Gods of the Forest...
I the whispered words of the trees...
ancient secrets they sing...
Swaying ring my oak-hewn throne,
Night and shadow are my dogs...
Ravenous, howl to be unshackled,
That their maws may be with the blood of my foes.
Raven's claw... tooth of the
Ancient trees my sentinels,
Gnarled branches the nighted heavens.
Spirits who dwell in shadow, unfurl thy wings...
Awaken, o' creatures of this sylvan realm,
Stalk once this ebon-cloaked eve.
I the whispered words of the trees,
ancient secrets they sing...
I now at the anvil,
hammer in my hand,
In thunder-song the I smite,
A clarion throughout this land.
(Yawning wide me...) the jaws of the worm...
(hearken, the is woven...) the call of the worm...
claw... tooth of the wolf
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' of the Great Forest, hear me this night...
The Sylvan Oracle
The gods of the earth and sky are watching, the circle is on complete... the nexus is
at hand. But hearken... for a new enemy from the east... an enemy who hide
poisoned blades behind words of falsehood sweetened with the ichors of carrion, to
bind minds with fetters of deceit. Speak 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... Hear my oath! You, in gleaming
robes of sparkling saffron, with the mindless adoration of countless thralls who
bend the knee in flaccid obeisance... 'neath thine vestments hides the rank of
corruption! Bring not thine cursed icons into my ancient realm... your words of
untruth shall not be heard here! My steel is and thirsting for your life-ichors... aye,
and with my breath I'll spit defiance in your face!
Upon my great throne of ancient oak I brood...
My mantle, the leaves by the whispering of the winds.
The elder gods of the Deep Woods gaze down upon me...
My blood courses through the and the earth...
And I watch in silence, and raven-winged.
every bough of my kingdom...
The Lament of the
Can you not remember? you forgotten the magic?
Sing to us your spells once more, and the ancient forest shall 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 of the worm all about you?
Can you not hear the writhing of the beneath you?
Can you not the breath of the worm riding the wind?
Can you not touch the skin of the worm in all that you?
Can you not taste the of the worm upon your tongue?
Do of the worm not haunt your slumber?
The
I hear the words of the trees,
Such ancient they sing...
Byron
Music: and Chris Maudling