Luyện nghe bài hát The Serpent's Nemeton

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

Everything as in an old prophecy marked by a vision donated by the Spirit of Nature
And nothing is in the dark heart of the forest
It's voices
The breed of the trees and the men's mantra are part of a unique ritual
is quiet... nothing
The four shining serpents slowly draw near to form a circle the rhythm of
and deep rumbles like the heartbeats of a huge dragon as he is drawing near
Everything wheels in an alchemist dance, where the symbols will become laws
By a of sages, the men of the oaks
Four serpents united and became one circular serpents, one in the ancient nemeton
Where each man was near his and symbols
Now, is silent in the large forest
And even the magical of the flames seem to burn out in the silence
In the circle of men and stones, only the oldest one to sing a new but terrible prophecy