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,
Servitor of the Old of the Forest...
I hear the words of the trees...
Such ancient they sing...

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

claw... tooth of the wolf

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

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

I now at the anvil,
Adamantine in my hand,
In thunder-song the I smite,
A clarion throughout this land.

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

Ablaze upon the of Stone,
The of An-rayuth, the summoning!
Folk of the Mist, in Shadow,
The wand of the Wood-Gods is beckoning!
At the aeon-swathed of the Oak I kneel,
O' Oracle of the Great Forest, hear me 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 approaches
from the east... an enemy who hide poisoned blades behind words of
falsehood sweetened with the ichors of carrion, to men's minds with
fetters of deceit. now, o' Liege of the Deep Woods, Master of
Darkenhold, and the enemy shall you...

Forest-King:]
Yes... I now the face of the encroaching foe... Hear my oath! You,
in gleaming robes of sparkling saffron, engorged with the mindless
adoration of countless thralls who 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 words of shall not be
here! My steel is honed and thirsting for your life-ichors... aye, and
with my dying breath I'll defiance in your face!

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

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

[The
I now at the anvil,
Adamantine in my hand,
In thunder-song the I smite,
A clarion heard this land.

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

Forest-King:]
I hear the whispered of the trees,
Such ancient they sing...

[Lyrics:
Jonny and Chris Maudling]