Luyện nghe bài hát Demonbane

Along a road in Hardorn, the place Stony Tor
A fearful band of farmers Karsite Border war.
A frightened band of farmers, children, and their wives,
Seek refuge from a tyrant, who wants more than just lives.

Now up rides Herald Vanyel. 'Why then haste?' says he.
who is it pursuing, whose anger do you flee?
You are all of Hardorn, why you Valdemar?
Is Festil no Nor bide all his men too far?'

'Oh, Vanyel, Vanyel, we flee now for our lives,
Lord would enslave us, our children and our wives-
He'd give our to demons, our bodies, to his men.
King has not heeded, or he happens not to ken.'

Now up speaks Herald Vanyel. Border is not far-
But you are all of Hardorn, and not of Valdemar,
You are not Randale's people-can not on his throne-
But dammed if I will see you left so on your own!'

So forth goes Herald Vanyel, and does he ride,
On Stony Tor he then, Yfandes at his side.
With Nedran's men approaching, he out from on high,
'You shall not pass, Nedran! Nay I shall not let you by!'

Now only Vanyel stands blocking Nedran's way
'Now who are you, nothing, that dares to tell me nay?'
Now up Vanyel his voice like brittle glass;
'The Herald-Mage called Vanyel-and it is I you not pass!'

Now stand great Lord Nedran, behind him forty men,
With wizard beside him he pales, and speaks again-
'So you are Herald Vanyel-this is not your land.
So heed me, Herald Vanyel; and now aside your hand.'

'Let be; I'll give you silver, and I shall you gold,
And I shall give you jewels fair sparkle bright and bold,
And I give you pearls, all the treasures of the sea,
If you will step aside here, leaving these fools to me.'

'What need have I of with sweet Yfandes here?
And all the gold I cherish is sunlight and clear.
The only jewel I treaure's a bright and star,
And I all helpless not just those of Valdemar.'

I shall give you beauty, women slaves and men,
And I give you power you'll never see again,
And I give you mansions and I shall give you land,
If you will turn aside this day, and hold your hand.'

'Now beauty in bondage is beauty that is lost.
And and mansions blood-bought come too high at the cost.
The I have already-all power is a jade-
So turn you back, Lord if of me you are afraid!'

Lord backs his stallion, the wizard he comes nigh,
'Prepare yourself, bold Vanyel, for you surely die!'
The wizard calls his demons, the he commands,
And Vanyel, Herald Vanyel, only raises hands.

The wizard his demons, the sky above turns black.
The demons strike at Vanyel, he stands and holds back.
The demons strike at Vanyel, they and hurt him sore,
But Vanyel defiant, only to raise his hands once more.

The sky itself decends now, bare Stony Tor
Now hides the awful battle. The see no more.
The wizard in triumph-too soon he vents his mirth.
For Vanyel calls the down, and smites him to the earth!

The clouds of black lifted; and there on barren ground
Stands hurt, yet victor, the demons tied and bound.
He down on Lord Nedran; his eyes grow cold and bleak-
'Now I shall give you, Nedran, all the power that you

Now frees the demons, and Nedran screams with fear,
He sets them on the Karsites, who first had them here.
He them on the Karsites, and on the Karsite land.
look down on Lord Nedran. And they do not stay their hand.

Now calls the farmers. 'Go tell you near and far,
How are served the tyrants who would take Valdemar.
I am the of demons, their quarry I defend.
Thus Heralds serve a foeman and Heralds save a friend!'