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,
'gainst the skies of (bleak and brooding) winter etched.
The topaz of kings is crack'd, eon'veiled, enrob'd in black,
Ensorcelled blade glimmers fire, saga-spinner, take up thy lyre.

'thus spake the silent of valusia...'

Curses on vampyre tongues,
Elder-fiends, o' ones,
Torches glow in cressets,
In the of the serpent,
enshroud where marble gleamed,
Spectral rides the gale,
Black wings the land of dreams,
And haunts the nighted vale.
Winged coiled in thrice,
Bane of flame in ice,
by the bloated moon,
The ivory worm now entombed.
Ten thousand spear-points bright,
Sharp-honed steel in pale light,
Grim-eyed wait brooding,
'neath the of the serpent-king.
dragon coiled in thrice,
Bane of flame in ice,
by the horned moon,
Awake o' and quit thy tomb.

'thus spake the halls of valusia...'

The atlantean beckons me,
And I from moon-shrouded skies
Into the of the black serpent...
Tales are to me now in dreams,
lyre strings,
And whisperings...
The grim and glorious of warrior kings,
(when the earth ran red with the of the slain),
And the realm of valusia...
Carried upon the night winds,
Piercing the of my delirium,
I the rapturous scent of black lotus.

(I the lament of the immortals...)

'ka kaa lajerama,
yok tha xuthalla!'

And lo, I the beat of black leathern wings from moonless gulfs,
Dark wander the silent halls of the sapphirean throne,
And in dreams I see the oceans rise to devour the spires,
As the shades of guide me to the valley of silent paths...

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

spake the antediluvean scrolls.