Luyện nghe bài hát Prelusion To Cythraul

"Any who alone, long only for mercy,
the mercy of truth is your traits of bloodlust and vein.
You have not, in all this time, to the lowland
of your ancestors. Your feet a hoof-beaten,
dirt track down the of a small, grass-covered knoll.
It is near the round hillfort your cavaliers call the dun.
The ways of the arcane are more hillfort that words can tell.
You are in complete from this mortal exibition, as others will be,
in due time. day at dawn, you speak to yourself and give your
thoughts complete utterance. For there are surviving now,
to whom you would freely speak with, so impart your desire."

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

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

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

Here and now, we shall take you within The Third Of Cythraul.
It's only begun...

-Sir Proscriptor