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 ring my throne,
Night and are my hunting dogs...
Ravenous, they to be unshackled,
That their maws may be glutted with the of my foes.
Raven's claw... tooth of the
Ancient my brooding sentinels,
branches clawing the nighted heavens.
Spirits who dwell in shadow, thy darkling wings...
Awaken, o' elder creatures of this realm,
Stalk once this ebon-cloaked eve.
I the whispered words 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 beneath me...) the 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 wand of the Wood-Gods is beckoning!
At the Shrine of the Oak I kneel,
O' Oracle of the Great Forest, hear me 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 blades behind words of falsehood sweetened the ichors of carrion, to
men's 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 of the encroaching foe... Hear my oath! You, clad in gleaming
robes of sparkling saffron, engorged with the mindless adoration of thralls who
bend the knee in flaccid obeisance... 'neath thine vestments the rank stench of
leprous corruption! Bring not 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 grimly upon me...
My blood through the trees 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 shall dance 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 of the worm beneath you?
Can you not scent the breath of the worm riding the
Can you not touch the skin of the worm in all that surrounds
Can you not taste the of the worm upon your tongue?
Do dreams of the not haunt your slumber?
The
I hear the words of the trees,
ancient secrets they sing...
Lyrics:
Music: Jonny and Maudling