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

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

Raven's claw... tooth of the

trees my brooding sentinels,
Gnarled branches the nighted heavens.
Spirits who dwell in shadow, thy darkling wings...
Awaken, o' elder creatures of this realm,
Stalk once this 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 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

upon the Altar 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 Forest, hear me this night...

Sylvan Oracle Speaks:]
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 their poisoned blades 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 now the face of the encroaching foe... Hear my oath! You,
clad in gleaming robes of saffron, engorged with the mindless
adoration of countless who bend the knee in flaccid obeisance...
'neath thine vestments hides the ra nk stench of corruption! Bring not
thine cursed icons into my ancient realm... your of untruth shall not be
heard here! My steel is honed and thirsting for life-ichors... aye, and
with my dying breath spit defiance in your face!

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

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

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

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

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

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[Music: Jonny and Maudling]