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 sweet spells,
the skies of (bleak and brooding) winter blackly etched.
The topaz throne of is crack'd, eon'veiled, enrob'd in black,
Ensorcelled blade glimmers sunset's fire, saga-spinner, up thy lyre.

'thus spake the silent of valusia...'

borne on vampyre tongues,
Elder-fiends, o' ones,
Torches in silver cressets,
In the of the serpent,
Waves where marble gleamed,
Spectral witch-song the gale,
Black wings the land of dreams,
And haunts the nighted vale.
dragon coiled in thrice,
Bane of flame in ice,
by the bloated moon,
The worm now sleeps entombed.
Ten thousand spear-points bright,
Sharp-honed in pale dawn's light,
legions wait brooding,
'neath the of the serpent-king.
Winged coiled in thrice,
Bane of flame in ice,
Flooded by the moon,
o' worm 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 earth ran red with the of the slain),
And the realm of valusia...
upon the sweet night winds,
Piercing the of my delirium,
I the rapturous scent 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 wander the silent of the sapphirean throne,
And in dreams I see the rise to devour the gleaming spires,
As the shades of guide me to the valley of silent paths...

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

spake the antediluvean scrolls.