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

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

Raven's claw... tooth of the

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

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

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

(Yawning wide beneath me...) the of the worm...
(hearken, the is woven...) the call of the worm...
Raven's claw... tooth of the

Ablaze the Altar of Stone,
The of An-rayuth, the summoning!
Folk of the Mist, in Shadow,
The thrice-blessed wand of the is beckoning!
At the Shrine of the Oak I kneel,
O' Oracle of the Great Forest, me this night...

Sylvan Oracle Speaks:]
The of the earth and sky are watching, the circle is nigh on
complete... the is at hand. But hearken... for a new enemy approaches
from the east... an enemy who hide their poisoned behind words of
falsehood sweetened with the ichors of carrion, to bind minds with
fetters of deceit. Speak now, o' of the Deep Woods, Master of
Darkenhold, and the enemy shall you...

Forest-King:]
Yes... I behold now the face of the encroaching foe... my oath! You,
clad in gleaming robes of saffron, engorged with the mindless
adoration of countless thralls who bend the knee in obeisance...
'neath thine hides the ra nk stench of leprous corruption! Bring not
thine cursed icons into my 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 in your face!

my great throne hewn 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 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 remember? you forgotten the magic?
Sing to us your once more, and the ancient forest shall dance to your
words...

Forest-King:]
I now at the anvil,
Adamantine in my hand,
In the steel I smite,
A heard throughout this land.

Can you not see the coils of the all about 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 the skin of the worm in all that surrounds you?
Can you not taste the of the worm upon your tongue?
Do dreams of the worm not haunt your

[The
I the whispered words of the trees,
Such ancient secrets sing...

Byron]
[Music: Jonny and Maudling]