Luyện nghe bài hát Demonbane

Along a road in Hardorn, the called 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 than just their lives.

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

'Oh, Vanyel, Vanyel, we flee now for our lives,
Lord Nedran enslave us, our children and our wives-
give our souls to demons, our bodies, to his men.
King Festil has not heeded, or he 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 people-can call not on his throne-
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 waits then, at his side.
With Nedran's men approaching, he calls out on high,
'You shall not pass, Lord Nedran! Nay I 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 speaks Vanyel his voice brittle glass;
'The Herald-Mage Vanyel-and it is I you shall not pass!'

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

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

'What need have I of silver with sweet Yfandes
And all the gold I is sunlight bright and clear.
The jewel I treaure's a bright and shining star,
And I protect all not just those of Valdemar.'

'Now I shall give you beauty, slaves and men,
And I shall give you you'll never see again,
And I shall give you mansions and I give you land,
If you will turn aside this day, 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, Nedran 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 his demons, the demons he commands,
And Vanyel, Herald Vanyel, only empty hands.

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

The sky itself decends now, upon Stony Tor
Now hides the battle. The watchers see no more.
The wizard shouts in triumph-too 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 Vanyel hurt, yet victor, the tied and bound.
He down on Lord Nedran; his eyes grow cold and bleak-
'Now I shall you, Nedran, all the power that you seek-'

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

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