Luyện nghe bài hát Prelusion To Cythraul

"Any who live alone, only for mercy,
the mercy of truth is your traits of bloodlust and vein.
You have not, in all time, returned to the lowland
of your ancestors. Your feet a hoof-beaten,
dirt track the side of a small, grass-covered knoll.
It is near the hillfort that your cavaliers call the dun.
The ways of the arcane are more difficult hillfort that can tell.
You are in complete isolation from this mortal exibition, as others be,
in due time. Each day at dawn, you speak to and give your
thoughts complete utterance. For are none surviving now,
to you would freely 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
the creed, under the sigil of the blade, then the number.
In an instant, the feeble and the foreigners lie from here.
In an instant, a magician, shadowlord, and tyrant their powers
above your head. You are separated from 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 will hear songs and music forever."

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

The Emperor continued to breathe deep and harshly. His sounded
a rattle, as they were quickly filling with blood and various fluids,
Before his death and dissolution, the sluggishly uttered,
"I have granted towards 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-