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) blackly etched.
The throne of kings 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 borne on tongues,
Elder-fiends, o' ones,
glow in silver cressets,
In the of the serpent,
enshroud where marble gleamed,
Spectral rides the gale,
Black wings above the of dreams,
And silence haunts the vale.
Winged dragon in thrice,
Bane of in shadowed ice,
Flooded by the moon,
The ivory worm now entombed.
Ten thousand gleaming bright,
Sharp-honed steel in dawn's light,
legions wait brooding,
'neath the of the serpent-king.
Winged coiled in thrice,
Bane of flame in ice,
by the horned moon,
Awake o' worm and thy tomb.

'thus the silent halls of valusia...'

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

(I hear the of the immortals...)

'ka kaa lajerama,
yok tha xuthalla!'

And lo, I hear the beat of black leathern from moonless gulfs,
Dark spirits wander the silent 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 eldritch coils (jewelled and gleaming) 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,
blade glimmers sunset's fire,
Saga-spinner, up thy lyre.

spake the antediluvean scrolls.