Luyện nghe bài hát Into The Silent Chambers Of The Sapphirean Throne

(Sagas the antediluvian Scrolls)

Black winds whispering the fens,
In eldritch coils (jewelled and gleaming) spires
by the moon's sweet spells,
'gainst the skies of (Bleak and brooding) winter etched.
The Topaz Throne of is crack'd,
eon'veiled, in black,
blade glimmers sunset's fire,
saga-spinner, up thy lyre.

"Thus spake the halls of Valusia..."

borne on vampyre tongues,
Elder-fiends, o' ones,
Torches glow in cressets,
In the of the Serpent,
enshroud where marble gleamed,
Spectral witch-song the gale,
Black above the land of dreams,
And haunts the nighted vale.
Winged coiled in thrice,
Bane of in shadowed ice,
Flooded by the moon,
The worm now sleeps entombed.
Ten thousand spear-points bright,
steel in pale dawn's light,
Grim-eyed legions brooding,
the banner of the Serpent-King.
Winged coiled in thrice,
Bane of in shadowed ice,
Flooded by the moon,
Awake o' and quit thy tomb.

"Thus spake the halls of Valusia..."

The sword beckons me,
And I descend from skies
Into the Tower of the Serpent...
are told to me now in dreams,
Shadowed strings,
And whisperings...
The grim and glorious of warrior kings,
(When the ran red with the blood of the slain),
And the shining of Valusia...
upon the sweet night winds,
Piercing the of my delirium,
I embrace the rapturous of black lotus.

(I the lament of the Immortals...)

"Ka nama kaa lajerama, yok tha xuthalla!"

And lo, I the beat of black leathern wings from moonless gulfs,
Dark spirits wander the silent halls of the Throne,
And in dreams I see the oceans rise to the gleaming spires,
As the shades of immortals me to the Valley of Silent Paths...

Black winds whispering the fens,
In eldritch coils (jewelled and gleaming) entwined,
Enraptured by the moon's spells,
'gainst the of (bleak and brooding) winter blackly etched.
The topaz throne of kings is crack'd, enrob'd in black,
blade glimmers sunset's fire,
Saga-spinner, up thy lyre.

Thus spake the Scrolls.