Luyện nghe bài hát And Lo, When The Imperium Marches Against Gul-kothoth

Then Dark Sorceries Shall Enshroud The Citadel Of The Obsidian

1: THE VOYAGE OF THE SORCERER

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THE WIZARDS OF
bejewelled circlet of night,
Crown of the King,
Unfettered at last the of Might,
The sceptre, the sword, and the ring.

THE
I stand upon the planks of this great ship,
(the splendid of the Imperium's navies)
Gazing at moon-gleam on the vast, dark sea...
(And in my I behold) black crystals gleaming...
ensorcellment! I am enthralled by this spell...
For I know the slumbering sorceries
Of the Shadow-King's shall soon be reawakened...
And as I to my emperor
(shackled to woefully grim tidings),
My spirit is borne the leathern wings of a great sorrow...

CHAPTER 2: THE MARCH OF THE

THE
Call forth the of the Black Lake
And the of Kyrman'ku,
Let them the Words Which Unfetter...
Enshrined for centuries,
within its citadel,
Five and ten against the Tiger,
(curse) the black of the Shadow-King!
By all the gods, I swear I'll not be dethroned!
A seething of blackened blades,
A sea of ebon war-chariots,
A searing of flaming shafts,
All this havoc and more shall I unleash my foe...
Into battle! The shall march...
the of Gul-Kothoth is nigh!

The of the Ebon Tiger...
six thousand elite of the Imperium,
the pride of the forces...
by heavy cavalry,
and a of deadly scythed chariots...
further reinforced by the Imperial Frontier
of one hundred thousand highly trained and archers...
and has this force met its match in battle or siege...

VANE:
Our banner flies glorious,
we stand, steeped in victory.
The Iron Phalanx, six strong,
our ever-honed blades, the gleaming claws.
Pride of the Empire, of the Vraii,
at Turonium, and Kai-Vorg.
Smiters of the Host, Routers of the Horde,
of the Over-King, we march to war!

(To be continued in Chaper 3: The Do Battle)