Luyện nghe bài hát Prelusion To Cythraul

"Any who live alone, long for mercy,
the mercy of truth is among traits of bloodlust and vein.
You not, in all this time, returned to the lowland
of your ancestors. feet follow a hoof-beaten,
dirt track down the of a small, grass-covered knoll.
It is the round hillfort that your cavaliers call the dun.
The ways of the arcane are more difficult hillfort words can tell.
You are in complete isolation from mortal exibition, as others will be,
in due time. Each day at dawn, you speak to yourself and your
thoughts complete utterance. For are none surviving now,
to whom you would freely speak with, so impart heart's desire."

"You, the oppressor, will need to learn to your 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 feeble and the foreigners lie from here.
In an instant, a magician, shadowlord, and raised their powers
above your head. You are from your kin, by far distance,
of Time and Tide. You will your comrades well,
as they your memory with an immortal essence of everlastingness.
And though you will only see shades of what was,
you hear their songs and music forever."

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

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

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

-Sir McGovern-