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 King of the Deep Woods,
Servitor of the Old of the Forest...
I the whispered words of the trees...
Such secrets they sing...

Swaying serpents ring my 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

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

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

I now at the anvil,
hammer in my hand,
In thunder-song the 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!
Folk of the Mist, in Shadow,
The thrice-blessed of the Wood-Gods is beckoning!
At the Shrine of the Oak I kneel,
O' Oracle of the Forest, hear me this night...

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

[The
Yes... I behold now the face of the encroaching foe... my oath! You,
clad in robes of sparkling saffron, engorged with the mindless
adoration of thralls who bend the knee in flaccid obeisance...
'neath vestments hides the ra nk stench of leprous corruption! Bring not
cursed icons into my ancient realm... your 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 defiance in face!

my great 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 courses through the trees and the earth...
And I watch in silence, and raven-winged.
From every of my kingdom...

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

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

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

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

Byron]
[Music: and Chris Maudling]