Luyện nghe bài hát Demonbane

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

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

'Oh, Vanyel, Herald Vanyel, we now for our lives,
Lord Nedran 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 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 if I will see you left so helpless on your own!'

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

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

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

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

'What have I of silver with 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.'

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

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

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

The wizard his demons, the sky above turns black.
The demons strike at Vanyel, he and holds them 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 Stony Tor
Now the awful battle. The watchers see no more.
The shouts in triumph-too soon he vents his mirth.
For calls the lightning down, and smites him to the earth!

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

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

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