Luyện nghe bài hát Prelusion To Cythraul

"Any who live alone, long for mercy,
the mercy of is among your traits of bloodlust and vein.
You have not, in all this time, returned to the
of ancestors. Your feet follow a hoof-beaten,
dirt down the side of a small, grass-covered knoll.
It is near the round hillfort that your call the dun.
The ways of the arcane are more difficult hillfort words 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 there are none now,
to whom you would freely speak with, so your heart's desire."

"You, the oppressor, will need to learn to chain mind,
to for the proper time to speak. Nevertheless, you shall be executed
from the creed, under the 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 head. You are separated from your kin, by far distance,
of and Tide. You will remember your comrades well,
as they replenish your memory an immortal essence of everlastingness.
And though you will only see shades of once was,
you will hear songs and music forever."

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

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

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

-Sir McGovern-