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

(sagas from the scrolls)

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

spake the silent halls of valusia...'

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

'thus the silent halls of valusia...'

The atlantean sword me,
And I descend moon-shrouded 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 with the of the slain),
And the realm of valusia...
Carried upon the sweet 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 of black leathern wings from moonless gulfs,
spirits wander the silent halls of the sapphirean throne,
And in dreams I see the rise to devour the gleaming spires,
As the shades of immortals guide me to the of silent paths...

Black winds '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 topaz throne of kings is crack'd, eon'veiled in black,
Ensorcelled blade glimmers fire,
Saga-spinner, up thy lyre.

spake the antediluvean scrolls.