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 of the Deep Woods,
of the Old Gods of the Forest...
I the whispered words of the trees...
Such ancient they sing...

Swaying serpents my oak-hewn throne,
and shadow 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 clawing the nighted heavens.
who dwell in shadow, unfurl thy darkling wings...
Awaken, o' elder creatures of this 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 thunder-song the I smite,
A clarion heard throughout 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 Shrine of the Oak I kneel,
O' Oracle of the Great Forest, hear me night...

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

[The
Yes... I behold now the face of the foe... Hear my oath! You,
clad in robes of sparkling saffron, engorged with the mindless
of countless thralls who bend the knee in flaccid obeisance...
'neath thine vestments hides the ra nk stench of 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 in your face!

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

Lament of the Trees:]
Can you not Have you forgotten the magic?
Sing to us your spells once more, and the ancient forest dance to your
words...

Forest-King:]
I now at the anvil,
hammer in my hand,
In thunder-song the I smite,
A clarion heard throughout land.

Can you not see the coils of the worm all you?
Can you not hear the writhing of the 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 worm your tongue?
Do dreams of the not haunt your slumber?

Forest-King:]
I the whispered words of the trees,
ancient secrets they sing...

[Lyrics:
[Music: and Chris Maudling]