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

The of the Forest-King on the Eve of the Nexus:
I am the immortal King of the Woods,
Servitor of the Old of the Forest...
I hear the words of the trees...
ancient secrets they sing...
Swaying serpents ring my throne,
Night and are my hunting dogs...
Ravenous, howl to be unshackled,
That their maws may be glutted with the of my foes.
Raven's claw... of the wolf
Ancient my brooding sentinels,
Gnarled clawing the nighted heavens.
Spirits who dwell in shadow, thy darkling wings...
Awaken, o' elder creatures of this realm,
once more this ebon-cloaked eve.
I hear the words of the trees,
Such secrets they sing...
I now at the anvil,
Adamantine 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... 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 aeon-swathed of the Oak I kneel,
O' of the Great Forest, hear me this night...
The Oracle Speaks:
The gods of the earth and sky are watching, the circle is on complete... the nexus is
at hand. But hearken... for a new approaches from the east... an enemy who hide
their poisoned blades words of falsehood sweetened with the ichors of carrion, to
bind men's minds with fetters of deceit. Speak now, o' Liege of the Woods, Master
of Darkenhold, and the shall hear 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 in flaccid obeisance... 'neath thine vestments hides the rank stench of
leprous corruption! Bring not thine cursed icons 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 dying breath I'll spit defiance in face!
Upon my great hewn of ancient oak I brood...
My mantle, the leaves stirred by the 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 of the Trees:
Can you not Have you forgotten the magic?
to us your spells once more, and the ancient forest shall dance to your words...
The
I now at the anvil,
Adamantine in my hand,
In the steel I smite,
A clarion heard this land.
Can you not see the of the worm all about you?
Can you not hear the writhing of the worm you?
Can you not scent the breath of the riding the wind?
Can you not the skin of the worm in all that surrounds 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: Jonny and Chris