Luyện nghe bài hát Demonbane

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

Now up rides Herald Vanyel. 'Why then such says he.
'Now who is it pursuing, anger do you flee?
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 children and our
give our souls to demons, our bodies, to his men.
King has not heeded, or he happens not to ken.'

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

So forth 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,
'You not pass, Lord Nedran! Nay I shall not let you by!'

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

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

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

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

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

'Now beauty 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, Nedran if of me you are afraid!'

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

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

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

The clouds of black have lifted; and there on barren
Vanyel hurt, yet victor, the demons tied and bound.
He looks down on Lord Nedran; his eyes grow 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 sets them on the Karsites, and on the land.
They down on Lord Nedran. And they do not stay their hand.

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