Luyện nghe bài hát In The Raven-Haunted Forests Of Darkenhold, Where Shadows Reign And The Hues Of Sunlight Never Dance

The Words of the Forest-King on the Eve of the
I am the King of the Deep Woods,
Servitor of the Old of the Forest...
I hear the whispered of the trees...
Such ancient secrets sing...

serpents ring my oak-hewn throne,
Night and are my hunting dogs...
Ravenous, howl to be unshackled,
That their maws may be glutted the blood of my foes.

claw... tooth of the wolf

Ancient my brooding sentinels,
Gnarled branches clawing the heavens.
Spirits who dwell in shadow, thy darkling wings...
Awaken, o' elder creatures of sylvan realm,
Stalk once more this eve.

I hear the whispered of the trees,
Such secrets 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... of the wolf

Ablaze upon the of Stone,
The of An-rayuth, the summoning!
Folk of the Mist, in Shadow,
The thrice-blessed of the Wood-Gods is beckoning!
At the aeon-swathed of the Oak I kneel,
O' Oracle of the Forest, hear me this night...

[The Sylvan Speaks:]
The gods of the earth and sky are watching, the is nigh on
complete... the nexus is at hand. But hearken... for a new enemy
from the east... an enemy who hide their blades behind words of
falsehood sweetened with the ichors of carrion, to bind men's with
fetters of deceit. now, o' Liege of the Deep Woods, Master of
Darkenhold, and the enemy shall you...

[The
Yes... I now the face of the encroaching foe... Hear my oath! You,
clad in robes of sparkling saffron, engorged with the mindless
adoration of countless who bend the knee in flaccid obeisance...
'neath thine hides the ra nk stench of leprous corruption! Bring not
thine cursed icons into my ancient realm... your of untruth shall not be
heard here! My steel is and thirsting for your life-ichors... aye, and
with my dying breath spit defiance in your 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 through the trees and the earth...
And I watch in silence, and raven-winged.
From bough of my kingdom...

[The Lament of the
Can you not remember? Have you forgotten the
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 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 of the worm beneath you?
Can you not scent the of the worm riding the wind?
Can you not touch the skin of the worm in all that surrounds
Can you not taste the ichors of the upon your tongue?
Do dreams of the worm not your slumber?

[The
I hear the whispered of the trees,
Such ancient secrets sing...

[Lyrics:
[Music: Jonny and Maudling]