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 time, returned to the lowland
of your ancestors. Your follow a hoof-beaten,
track down the side of a small, grass-covered knoll.
It is near the round hillfort that your call the dun.
The ways of the are more difficult hillfort that words can tell.
You are in complete isolation this mortal exibition, as others will be,
in due time. day at dawn, you speak to yourself and give your
thoughts utterance. For there are none surviving now,
to whom you would freely speak with, so your heart's desire."

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

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

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

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

Proscriptor McGovern-