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 King of the Deep Woods,
Servitor of the Old of the Forest...
I hear the words of the trees...
Such secrets they 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.

Raven's claw... tooth of the

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

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

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

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

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 Shrine 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 approaches
from the east... an enemy who hide their blades behind words of
falsehood sweetened with the of carrion, to bind men's minds with
fetters of deceit. Speak now, o' of the Deep Woods, Master of
Darkenhold, and the enemy hear you...

Forest-King:]
Yes... I behold now the face of the foe... Hear my oath! You,
clad in gleaming robes of sparkling saffron, engorged with the
adoration of countless thralls who bend the in flaccid obeisance...
'neath thine vestments hides the ra nk stench of leprous corruption! not
thine cursed icons into my ancient realm... your of untruth shall not be
heard here! My steel is honed and for your life-ichors... aye, and
with my breath I'll spit defiance in your face!

Upon my great throne hewn of oak I brood...
My mantle, the stirred by the whispering of the winds.
The elder gods of the Deep Woods gaze grimly 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 remember? 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,
hammer 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 you?
Can you not scent the breath of the 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 upon tongue?
Do of the worm not haunt your slumber?

Forest-King:]
I hear the words of the trees,
Such ancient secrets sing...

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[Music: Jonny and Maudling]