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 on the Eve of the Nexus:
I am the immortal King of the Woods,
of the Old Gods of the Forest...
I hear the words of the trees...
Such secrets they sing...

Swaying serpents 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

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

I hear the words of the trees,
Such ancient secrets sing...

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

(Yawning wide me...) the jaws of the worm...
(hearken, the spell is woven...) the of the worm...
Raven's claw... 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, 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 their poisoned blades behind words of
falsehood sweetened with the ichors of carrion, to bind men's minds
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 encroaching foe... my oath! You,
clad in gleaming robes of saffron, engorged with the mindless
of countless thralls who bend the knee in flaccid obeisance...
'neath thine vestments hides the ra nk of leprous 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 defiance in face!

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

[The Lament of the
Can you not remember? Have you forgotten the
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 throughout this land.

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

[The
I hear the words of the trees,
Such ancient they sing...

Byron]
[Music: Jonny and Chris