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 of the Deep Woods,
Servitor of the Old of the Forest...
I hear the whispered of the trees...
Such ancient they sing...

Swaying ring my oak-hewn throne,
Night and shadow are my dogs...
Ravenous, they 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 clawing the nighted heavens.
Spirits who in shadow, unfurl thy darkling wings...
Awaken, o' elder of this sylvan realm,
Stalk once 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 beneath me...) the jaws of the worm...
(hearken, the spell is woven...) the of the worm...
Raven's claw... tooth of the

Ablaze upon the of Stone,
The of An-rayuth, the summoning!
of the Mist, Dwellers 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 Speaks:]
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 poisoned blades behind words of
falsehood sweetened with the ichors of carrion, to bind minds with
of deceit. Speak now, o' Liege of the Deep Woods, Master of
Darkenhold, and the enemy shall you...

[The
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 who bend the knee in flaccid obeisance...
'neath thine vestments hides the ra nk stench of corruption! Bring not
thine icons into my ancient realm... your words of untruth shall not be
here! My steel is honed and thirsting for your life-ichors... aye, and
with my dying I'll spit defiance in your face!

Upon my great throne of ancient oak I brood...
My mantle, the leaves 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 in silence, ebon-eyed and raven-winged.
From bough of my kingdom...

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

[The
I now at the anvil,
Adamantine 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 of the worm beneath you?
Can you not scent the breath of the worm riding the
Can you not touch the skin of the worm in all that you?
Can you not taste the ichors of the worm upon your
Do dreams of the not haunt your slumber?

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

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[Music: Jonny and Maudling]