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

(sagas from the scrolls)

winds whispering 'cross the fens,
In coils (jewelled and gleaming) spires entwined
Enraptured by the moon's spells,
'gainst the skies of (bleak and brooding) winter etched.
The topaz of kings is crack'd, eon'veiled, enrob'd in black,
Ensorcelled blade glimmers fire, saga-spinner, take up thy lyre.

'thus spake the silent of valusia...'

Curses borne on tongues,
Elder-fiends, o' ones,
Torches glow in cressets,
In the of the serpent,
enshroud where marble gleamed,
Spectral witch-song 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 now sleeps entombed.
Ten thousand spear-points bright,
steel in pale dawn's light,
Grim-eyed wait brooding,
the banner of the serpent-king.
Winged dragon in thrice,
Bane of in shadowed ice,
Flooded by the moon,
Awake o' worm and thy tomb.

'thus spake the 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,
lyre strings,
And whisperings...
The grim and battles of warrior kings,
(when the earth ran red with the of the slain),
And the realm of valusia...
Carried upon the sweet winds,
the veil 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,
spirits wander the silent halls of the sapphirean throne,
And in dreams I see the oceans rise to devour the spires,
As the shades of immortals guide me to the valley of paths...

Black whispering 'cross the fens,
In coils (jewelled and gleaming) spires entwined,
Enraptured by the moon's 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, up thy lyre.

spake the antediluvean scrolls.