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

'thus spake the 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 witch-song the gale,
Black wings the land of dreams,
And silence haunts the vale.
dragon coiled in thrice,
Bane of in shadowed ice,
Flooded by the moon,
The ivory now sleeps entombed.
Ten thousand spear-points bright,
Sharp-honed steel in pale light,
Grim-eyed legions brooding,
the banner of the serpent-king.
Winged dragon in thrice,
Bane of in shadowed ice,
by the horned moon,
Awake o' worm and thy tomb.

'thus the silent halls of valusia...'

The atlantean beckons me,
And I from moon-shrouded skies
the tower of the black serpent...
Tales are to me now in dreams,
lyre strings,
And whisperings...
The grim and glorious of warrior kings,
(when the earth ran red the blood of the slain),
And the realm of valusia...
Carried the sweet night winds,
the veil 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 leathern wings from moonless gulfs,
Dark spirits wander the halls of the sapphirean throne,
And in dreams I see the oceans rise to the gleaming spires,
As the shades of guide me to the valley 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 throne of is crack'd, eon'veiled enrob'd in black,
Ensorcelled blade glimmers fire,
Saga-spinner, up thy lyre.

Thus the antediluvean scrolls.