Luyện nghe bài hát Prelusion To Cythraul

"Any who alone, long only for mercy,
the mercy of truth is among your traits of and vein.
You not, in all this time, returned to the lowland
of your ancestors. Your follow a hoof-beaten,
dirt track the side of a small, grass-covered knoll.
It is near the round hillfort that your cavaliers 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. Each day at dawn, you speak to yourself and your
thoughts complete utterance. For there are none now,
to whom you freely speak with, so impart your heart's desire."

"You, the oppressor, will need to learn to chain 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 raised their powers
above head. You are separated from your kin, by far distance,
of Time and Tide. You will remember comrades well,
as they replenish your with an immortal essence of everlastingness.
And though you will only see shades of what was,
you will hear songs and music forever."

"As golden lamplight escapes from the bleeding skies, peat
smoke scents a chilled breeze that enfolds the 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 deep and harshly. His lungs
a death rattle, as they quickly filling with blood and various fluids,
Before his death and dissolution, the Emperor uttered,
"I have granted intelligence towards the unto thee.
If you him well....."

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

-Sir Proscriptor