Luyện nghe bài hát Prelusion To Cythraul

"Any who live alone, long for mercy,
the mercy of truth is among your traits of and vein.
You have not, in all this time, to the lowland
of your ancestors. feet follow a hoof-beaten,
track down the side of a small, grass-covered knoll.
It is near the round that your cavaliers call the dun.
The of the arcane are more difficult hillfort that words can tell.
You are in complete isolation from this mortal exibition, as others 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 speak with, so impart your heart's desire."

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

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

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

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

-Sir Proscriptor