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

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 whispered of the trees...
Such secrets they sing...

Swaying ring my oak-hewn throne,
and shadow are my hunting dogs...
Ravenous, they to be unshackled,
That their maws may be glutted with the of my foes.

Raven's claw... of the wolf

trees my brooding sentinels,
Gnarled branches clawing the heavens.
Spirits who dwell in shadow, unfurl thy wings...
Awaken, o' elder of this sylvan realm,
Stalk once 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 the steel I smite,
A heard throughout this land.

(Yawning beneath me...) the jaws of the worm...
(hearken, the spell is woven...) the of the worm...
Raven's claw... tooth of the

Ablaze upon the of Stone,
The of An-rayuth, the summoning!
of the Mist, Dwellers in Shadow,
The thrice-blessed of the Wood-Gods is beckoning!
At the Shrine of the Oak I kneel,
O' Oracle of the Great Forest, 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 enemy
from the east... an who hide their poisoned blades behind words of
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...

Forest-King:]
Yes... I behold now the of the encroaching foe... Hear my oath! You,
clad in robes of sparkling saffron, engorged with the mindless
adoration of thralls who bend the knee in flaccid obeisance...
'neath thine vestments 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 I'll spit defiance in face!

Upon my great throne hewn of oak I brood...
My mantle, the leaves stirred by the of the winds.
The elder gods of the Deep Woods grimly down upon me...
My blood courses through the and the earth...
And I in silence, ebon-eyed and raven-winged.
From bough of my kingdom...

Lament of the Trees:]
Can you not remember? Have you the magic?
Sing to us your spells 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 coils of the all about you?
Can you not hear the writhing of the worm beneath
Can you not scent the of the worm riding the wind?
Can you not touch the skin of the in all that surrounds you?
Can you not taste the ichors of the worm your tongue?
Do dreams of the worm not haunt slumber?

[The
I the whispered words of the trees,
Such secrets they sing...

Byron]
[Music: Jonny and Chris