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

(Sagas the antediluvian Scrolls)

Black winds 'cross the fens,
In coils (jewelled and gleaming) spires entwined
Enraptured by the moon's spells,
the skies of (Bleak and brooding) winter blackly etched.
The Throne of Kings is crack'd,
eon'veiled, in black,
Ensorcelled blade glimmers fire,
saga-spinner, up thy lyre.

"Thus spake the halls of Valusia..."

Curses 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 wings above the of dreams,
And haunts the nighted vale.
dragon coiled in thrice,
Bane of flame in ice,
by the bloated moon,
The ivory 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,
o' worm and quit thy tomb.

"Thus spake the halls of Valusia..."

The Atlantean beckons me,
And I descend from moon-shrouded
Into the of the Black Serpent...
Tales are to me now in dreams,
Shadowed strings,
And whisperings...
The grim and glorious of warrior kings,
(When the earth ran red the blood of the slain),
And the realm of Valusia...
Carried upon the sweet winds,
Piercing the of my delirium,
I embrace the scent of black lotus.

(I the lament of the Immortals...)

"Ka nama kaa lajerama, yok tha xuthalla!"

And lo, I hear the beat of leathern wings from moonless gulfs,
Dark wander the silent halls of the Sapphirean 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...

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

spake the Antediluvean Scrolls.