Luyện nghe bài hát The Serpent's Nemeton

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