Luyện nghe bài hát The Serpent's Nemeton

Far-away accompany the dim lights of torches
Old and mighty trees twine along the way of an ancient procession
Simple but obscure are murmured in the deep arboreal temple
Only two mighty blades in the reflection of fire
From our directions come the old sages, each with his number and carrying his ancestor's

Everything repeats as in an old prophecy by a vision donated by the Spirit of Nature
And is quiet in the dark heart of the forest
It's inhabitants
The breed of the trees and the men's mantra are part of a great ritual
Nothing is quiet...
The four serpents slowly draw near to form a circle following the rhythm of
Dark and deep rumbles like the heartbeats of a dragon as he is drawing near
Everything wheels in an alchemist dance, where the symbols will laws preserved
By a family of sages, the men of the
Four united and became one circular serpents, just one in the ancient nemeton
each man was near his stones and symbols
Now, everything is in the large forest
And even the magical lights of the flames seem to out in the silence
In the circle of men and stones, only the one begins to sing a new but terrible prophecy