Luyện nghe bài hát Lux Triumphans

At the court of king only blood
can its own tragedy...'

march, all led by golden
Mighty warriors from the hills
Elves and trolls holy mystic woods
run through the snow
Glory, pride and honor ride him

proud his magic sword

He's now from the middle lands
Burns the flame of
They will all meet in the ruins
In the of the fallen one
not so far Ancelot
their hope be born...
from the asches of ancient glory... Born!

They all the mighty chosen one

reaching the skies with cry
are ready to reach Ancelot

Arwald's loud...
Magic and steelgods lead us to a new dawn'Glory with us! Lux triumphans!