Luyện nghe bài hát The Serpent's Nemeton

Far-away echos the dim lights of torches
Old and mighty twine along the holy way of an ancient procession
Simple but obscure songs are in the deep arboreal temple
two mighty blades shine 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 marked by a vision donated by the Spirit of
And is quiet in the dark heart of the forest
It's inhabitants
The breed of the trees and the men's are part of a unique great ritual
Nothing is quiet...
The four shining slowly draw near to form a circle following the rhythm of
Dark and deep rumbles like the of a huge dragon as he is drawing near
Everything wheels in an alchemist dance, the symbols will become laws preserved
By a of sages, the men of the oaks
Four serpents and became one circular serpents, just one in the ancient nemeton
Where each man was near his and symbols
Now, everything is silent in the large
And even the magical lights of the flames seem to out in the silence
In the circle of men and stones, the oldest one begins to sing a new but terrible prophecy