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

(sagas from the scrolls)

winds whispering 'cross the fens,
In eldritch coils (jewelled and gleaming) entwined
by the moon's sweet spells,
'gainst the skies of (bleak and brooding) winter etched.
The topaz throne of is crack'd, eon'veiled, enrob'd in black,
blade glimmers sunset's fire, saga-spinner, take 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,
Waves enshroud where gleamed,
Spectral rides the gale,
Black wings the land of dreams,
And silence the nighted vale.
Winged coiled in thrice,
Bane of flame in ice,
by the bloated moon,
The ivory now sleeps entombed.
Ten thousand gleaming bright,
Sharp-honed in pale dawn's light,
Grim-eyed legions brooding,
the banner of the serpent-king.
Winged coiled in thrice,
Bane of in shadowed ice,
by the horned moon,
Awake o' and quit thy tomb.

spake the silent halls of valusia...'

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

(I hear the of the immortals...)

'ka kaa lajerama,
yok tha xuthalla!'

And lo, I hear the of black leathern wings from moonless gulfs,
Dark spirits wander the silent of the sapphirean 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 whispering 'cross the fens,
In eldritch (jewelled and gleaming) spires entwined,
Enraptured by the sweet spells,
'gainst the of (bleak and brooding) winter blackly etched.
The throne 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.