Luyện nghe bài hát Prelusion To Cythraul

"Any who live alone, only for mercy,
the mercy of truth is among your traits of and vein.
You have not, in all time, returned to the lowland
of ancestors. Your feet follow a hoof-beaten,
dirt track down the side of a small, knoll.
It is near the round hillfort that your cavaliers the dun.
The ways of the arcane are more difficult hillfort that can tell.
You are in isolation from this mortal exibition, as others will be,
in due time. Each day at dawn, you to yourself and give your
thoughts complete utterance. For are none surviving now,
to whom you would freely speak with, so your heart's desire."

"You, the oppressor, need to learn to chain your mind,
to wait for the proper time to speak. Nevertheless, you be executed
the creed, under the sigil of the blade, then the number.
In an instant, the feeble and the lie North from here.
In an instant, a magician, shadowlord, and tyrant raised their
above your head. You are separated from kin, by far distance,
of Time and Tide. You will your comrades well,
as they replenish your memory with an essence of everlastingness.
And though you will see shades of what once was,
you will their songs and music forever."

"As lamplight escapes from the bleeding skies, winsome peat
smoke scents a chilled breeze that the imperious settlement,
gathering sounds, and lifts the into the night. You shall recall
the winter zephyr, as were the winds that passed eternity."

The continued to breathe deep and harshly. His lungs sounded
a death rattle, as were quickly filling with blood and various fluids,
his death and dissolution, the Emperor sluggishly uttered,
"I have granted intelligence towards the unto thee.
If you him well....."

Here and now, we shall take you The Third Storm Of Cythraul.
only just begun...

-Sir McGovern-