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,
of the Old Gods of the Forest...
I hear the whispered of the trees...
Such ancient secrets sing...

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

Raven's claw... tooth of the

Ancient trees my sentinels,
Gnarled branches clawing the heavens.
Spirits who in shadow, unfurl thy darkling wings...
Awaken, o' elder creatures of this realm,
Stalk once this ebon-cloaked eve.

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

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

(Yawning beneath me...) the jaws 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!
of the Mist, Dwellers in Shadow,
The thrice-blessed wand of the is beckoning!
At the aeon-swathed of the Oak I kneel,
O' of the Great Forest, hear me this night...

[The Sylvan Speaks:]
The of the earth and sky are watching, the circle is nigh on
complete... the nexus is at hand. But hearken... for a new enemy
the east... an enemy who hide their poisoned 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...

[The
Yes... I behold now the face of the foe... Hear my oath! You,
in gleaming 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... words of untruth shall not be
heard here! My steel is honed and 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 stirred by the whispering of the winds.
The elder gods of the Deep Woods gaze 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 forgotten the
Sing to us your spells once more, and the forest shall dance to your
words...

Forest-King:]
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 writhing of the beneath you?
Can you not the breath 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 your

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

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[Music: Jonny and Chris