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

(sagas from the scrolls)

Black winds whispering 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 throne of kings is crack'd, eon'veiled, in black,
Ensorcelled glimmers sunset's fire, saga-spinner, take up thy lyre.

'thus the silent halls of valusia...'

Curses borne on tongues,
Elder-fiends, o' ones,
Torches glow in cressets,
In the of the serpent,
Waves where marble gleamed,
Spectral rides the gale,
Black above the land of dreams,
And haunts the nighted vale.
Winged coiled in thrice,
Bane of in shadowed ice,
by the bloated moon,
The ivory worm now entombed.
Ten spear-points gleaming bright,
Sharp-honed steel in dawn's light,
Grim-eyed wait brooding,
the banner of the serpent-king.
Winged coiled in thrice,
Bane of flame in ice,
Flooded by the moon,
o' worm and quit thy tomb.

'thus spake the silent of valusia...'

The atlantean sword me,
And I descend from skies
the tower of the black serpent...
Tales are to me now in dreams,
Shadowed strings,
And whisperings...
The grim and glorious battles of kings,
(when the earth ran red the blood of the slain),
And the realm of valusia...
Carried upon the night winds,
the veil of my delirium,
I embrace the scent of black lotus.

(I hear the of the immortals...)

'ka 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 guide me to the valley of paths...

Black winds 'cross the fens,
In coils (jewelled and gleaming) spires entwined,
by the moon's sweet 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.

Thus the antediluvean scrolls.