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

(sagas the antediluvian scrolls)

Black winds whispering the fens,
In coils (jewelled and gleaming) spires entwined
by the moon's sweet spells,
'gainst the skies of (bleak and brooding) blackly etched.
The throne of kings is crack'd, eon'veiled, enrob'd in black,
Ensorcelled blade 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 marble gleamed,
Spectral witch-song the gale,
Black wings above the of dreams,
And haunts the nighted vale.
dragon coiled in thrice,
Bane of in shadowed ice,
Flooded by the moon,
The ivory now sleeps entombed.
Ten thousand spear-points bright,
Sharp-honed in pale dawn's light,
Grim-eyed wait brooding,
'neath the of the serpent-king.
dragon coiled in thrice,
Bane of in shadowed ice,
by the horned moon,
Awake o' and quit thy tomb.

'thus spake the silent of valusia...'

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

(I the lament of the immortals...)

'ka kaa lajerama,
yok tha xuthalla!'

And lo, I hear the beat of black leathern from moonless gulfs,
Dark spirits the silent halls of the sapphirean throne,
And in I see the oceans rise to devour 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 skies of (bleak and brooding) blackly etched.
The topaz throne of kings is crack'd, eon'veiled in black,
Ensorcelled glimmers sunset's fire,
Saga-spinner, up thy lyre.

Thus spake the scrolls.