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 deep arboreal
Only two mighty blades shine in the of fire
From our directions come the old sages, each with his number and each his ancestor's

Everything repeats as in an old prophecy by a vision donated by the Spirit of Nature
And nothing is quiet in the dark of the forest
It's voices
The breed of the trees and the men's mantra are of a unique great 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 family of sages, the men of the
Four united and became one circular serpents, just one in the ancient nemeton
Where man was near his stones and symbols
Now, everything is silent in the large
And the magical lights of the flames seem to burn out in the silence
In the circle of men and stones, only the oldest one begins to sing a new but terrible