Luyện nghe bài hát Prelusion To Cythraul

"Any who live alone, only for mercy,
the mercy of truth is among traits of bloodlust and vein.
You have not, in all this time, returned to the
of your ancestors. feet follow a hoof-beaten,
dirt track down the of a small, grass-covered 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 speak to yourself and your
thoughts complete utterance. For there are surviving now,
to whom you would speak with, so impart your heart's desire."

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

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

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

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

Proscriptor McGovern-