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

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

Raven's claw... of the wolf

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

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

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

(Yawning beneath 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!
of the Mist, Dwellers in Shadow,
The thrice-blessed wand of the is beckoning!
At the aeon-swathed of the Oak I kneel,
O' Oracle of the Forest, hear me this night...

[The Sylvan 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
the east... an enemy who hide their poisoned blades behind words of
falsehood sweetened the ichors of carrion, to bind men's minds with
fetters of deceit. Speak now, o' 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 thralls who bend the in flaccid obeisance...
'neath thine vestments hides the ra nk stench of corruption! Bring not
thine cursed icons into my realm... your words 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 in your face!

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

Lament of the Trees:]
Can you not remember? Have you forgotten the
Sing to us your spells more, and the ancient forest shall dance to your
words...

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

Can you not see the coils of the worm all you?
Can you not the writhing 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 surrounds you?
Can you not taste the ichors of the worm your tongue?
Do dreams of the worm not haunt slumber?

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

[Lyrics:
Jonny and Chris Maudling]