Luyện nghe bài hát Demonbane

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

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

'Oh, Vanyel, Herald Vanyel, we now for our lives,
Lord Nedran would enslave us, our and our wives-
He'd give our to demons, our bodies, to his men.
King Festil has not heeded, or he 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 call not on his throne-
But dammed if I will see you left so helpless on own!'

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

Now only Vanyel stands blocking Nedran's way
'Now who are you, fool nothing, that dares to me nay?'
Now up speaks 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 there him he pales, and speaks again-
'So you are Herald place is not your land.
So heed me, Vanyel; and now turn aside your hand.'

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

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

'Now I shall you beauty, women slaves and men,
And I shall give you power you'll see again,
And I shall give you and I shall give you land,
If you will turn this day, aside and hold your hand.'

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

Lord Nedran backs his stallion, the wizard he nigh,
'Prepare yourself, bold Vanyel, for you shall die!'
The wizard calls his demons, the he commands,
And Vanyel, Vanyel, only raises empty 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 strike and him sore,
But stands defiant, only to raise his hands once more.

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

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

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

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