Luyện nghe bài hát Prelusion To Cythraul

"Any who live alone, only for mercy,
the mercy of truth is among your 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 side of a small, knoll.
It is near the hillfort that your cavaliers call the dun.
The ways of the arcane are more difficult that words can tell.
You are in complete from this mortal exibition, as others will be,
in due time. day at dawn, you speak to yourself and give your
complete utterance. For there are none surviving now,
to whom you would speak with, so impart your heart's desire."

"You, the oppressor, will need to learn to chain mind,
to wait for the proper time to speak. Nevertheless, you shall be
from the creed, under the sigil of the blade, the number.
In an instant, the feeble and the lie North from here.
In an instant, a magician, shadowlord, and tyrant their powers
above your head. You are separated your kin, by far distance,
of Time and Tide. You will remember comrades well,
as they replenish your memory with an essence of everlastingness.
And though you will see shades of what once was,
you will hear their and music forever."

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

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

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

-Sir Proscriptor