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 hear the whispered of the trees...
Such secrets they sing...
Swaying serpents ring my throne,
and shadow are my hunting dogs...
Ravenous, they to be unshackled,
That maws may be glutted with the blood of my foes.
claw... tooth of the wolf
Ancient trees my sentinels,
Gnarled branches the nighted heavens.
Spirits who in shadow, unfurl thy darkling wings...
Awaken, o' elder creatures of this realm,
Stalk more this ebon-cloaked eve.
I hear the whispered of the trees,
Such ancient they sing...
I now at the anvil,
hammer in my hand,
In thunder-song the I smite,
A clarion heard throughout land.
(Yawning wide me...) the jaws of the worm...
(hearken, the spell is woven...) the of the worm...
Raven's claw... of the wolf
upon the Altar 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, hear me night...
The Sylvan Oracle
The gods of the earth and sky are watching, the circle is nigh on complete... the is
at hand. But hearken... for a new enemy from the east... an enemy who hide
their poisoned blades behind words of 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 now the face of the encroaching foe... Hear my oath! You, clad in gleaming
robes of sparkling saffron, with the mindless adoration of countless thralls who
bend the knee in flaccid obeisance... thine vestments hides the rank stench of
leprous corruption! not thine cursed icons into my ancient realm... your words of
untruth shall not be heard here! My steel is honed and thirsting for life-ichors... aye,
and with my dying I'll spit defiance in your face!
Upon my great hewn 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 in silence, ebon-eyed and raven-winged.
every bough of my kingdom...
The Lament of the
Can you not remember? Have you forgotten the
Sing to us your spells more, and the ancient forest shall dance to your words...
The
I now at the anvil,
hammer in my hand,
In the steel I smite,
A clarion throughout this land.
Can you not see the coils of the worm all about
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 skin of the worm in all that you?
Can you not taste the ichors of the worm upon your
Do dreams of the worm not your slumber?
The
I the whispered words of the trees,
Such ancient secrets sing...
Lyrics:
Music: and Chris Maudling