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

(sagas from the scrolls)

Black winds 'cross the fens,
In eldritch coils (jewelled and gleaming) spires
Enraptured by the sweet spells,
'gainst the of (bleak and brooding) winter blackly etched.
The throne of kings is crack'd, eon'veiled, enrob'd in black,
Ensorcelled blade sunset's fire, saga-spinner, take up thy lyre.

'thus spake the silent of valusia...'

Curses on vampyre tongues,
Elder-fiends, o' ones,
Torches in silver cressets,
In the of the serpent,
Waves enshroud marble gleamed,
witch-song rides the gale,
Black wings the land of dreams,
And silence the nighted vale.
Winged dragon in thrice,
of flame in shadowed ice,
Flooded by the moon,
The worm now sleeps entombed.
Ten thousand gleaming bright,
Sharp-honed steel in dawn's light,
legions wait brooding,
'neath the of the serpent-king.
dragon coiled in thrice,
Bane of in shadowed ice,
Flooded by the 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,
Shadowed strings,
And whisperings...
The grim and glorious of warrior kings,
(when the earth ran red the blood of the slain),
And the shining of valusia...
Carried upon the sweet winds,
Piercing the of my delirium,
I the rapturous scent of black lotus.

(I hear the of the immortals...)

'ka kaa lajerama,
yok tha xuthalla!'

And lo, I hear the beat of black leathern wings from gulfs,
Dark spirits wander the silent halls of the 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 'cross the fens,
In coils (jewelled and gleaming) spires entwined,
Enraptured by the 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 spake the scrolls.