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 immortal King of the Woods,
of the Old Gods of the Forest...
I hear the whispered of the trees...
ancient secrets they sing...

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

Raven's claw... tooth of the

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

I the whispered words of the trees,
Such ancient they sing...

I now at the anvil,
Adamantine in my hand,
In the steel I smite,
A heard throughout this land.

(Yawning wide me...) the jaws of the worm...
(hearken, the is woven...) the call of the worm...
claw... tooth of the wolf

Ablaze 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' 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 is at hand. But hearken... for a new enemy approaches
from the east... an enemy who hide their poisoned behind words of
falsehood sweetened with the ichors of carrion, to bind 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, engorged with the
adoration of countless who bend the knee in flaccid obeisance...
thine vestments hides the ra nk stench of leprous corruption! Bring not
thine cursed icons into my ancient realm... your words of untruth not be
heard here! My steel is honed and for your life-ichors... aye, and
with my dying breath I'll 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 gaze grimly down upon me...
My blood courses the trees and the earth...
And I watch in silence, and raven-winged.
From every of my kingdom...

[The Lament of the
Can you not remember? Have you forgotten the
Sing to us your spells once more, and the ancient forest shall dance to
words...

[The
I now at the anvil,
Adamantine in my hand,
In the steel I smite,
A clarion heard throughout land.

Can you not see the coils of the all about you?
Can you not hear the writhing of the worm you?
Can you not scent the breath of the worm riding the
Can you not the skin of the worm in all that surrounds you?
Can you not taste the ichors of the worm upon tongue?
Do dreams of the worm not haunt slumber?

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

[Lyrics:
Jonny and Chris Maudling]