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

(sagas the antediluvian scrolls)

Black winds 'cross the fens,
In eldritch coils (jewelled and gleaming) 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, take up thy lyre.

'thus spake the silent of valusia...'

Curses borne on tongues,
Elder-fiends, o' ones,
glow in silver cressets,
In the of the serpent,
Waves enshroud marble gleamed,
Spectral witch-song the gale,
Black wings the land of dreams,
And silence haunts the vale.
dragon coiled in thrice,
Bane of flame in ice,
by the bloated 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,
of flame in shadowed ice,
Flooded by the moon,
Awake o' and quit thy tomb.

'thus spake the halls of valusia...'

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

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) winter etched.
The topaz of kings is crack'd, eon'veiled enrob'd in black,
Ensorcelled blade sunset's fire,
Saga-spinner, up thy lyre.

Thus the antediluvean scrolls.