Luyện nghe bài hát The Splendour Of A Thousand Swords

ALTARUS: Gaze into the mists with your spirit-eyes, Xerxes... look far, and tell me
you see.
XERXES: I see a land far to the north... a vast of dark endless moors and snow-
crowned mountains... a land of brooding citadels and warrior-kings who hail to gods.
ALTARUS: Look well, Xerxes, for enlightenment within the fog-swathed vales of
Hyperborea...
The Dream:
By the sceptre of my forefathers, the air is churning with auguries of dethronement...
dread thus prophesized!
In a dream I was bade ride the argent-eyed to the Ring of Stones...
a torrent of viscid slime assailed me, as pipes and horns sang the clarion of my
dissolution...
And the usurpation of my ancient throne.
stalk the nighted halls of my palace... poisoned blades and chalices surround
me.
I thirsted for a balm, but my thirst was slaked by an draught.
My swordarm shackled by tendrils of sloth... by the chasmed gloom...
Borne wings of labyrinthine dread... I awaken!
I shall seek the of the sorcerer, keeper of the ancient scrolls of wisdom, and the
of Power...
The of the Sorcerer:
My liege, great and regal king... the disclose their secrets... you are destined to
a great dark power. Drink deep of the potions of the apothecary, for upon thee now I
bestow a shard of the mystic Crystal of Mera... sacred of the Atlantean mages,
won in battle by our legions. My liege, the Crystal of Mera shall unveil the truth
hidden in thy most dreams...
The Voice of the
The land awash with spilled blood, and viscera torn from the sundered dead...
Gorge the earth with flesh darkened with the claw and of war... rent open the
maws of worms...
The
The illumines dark secrets, the truth is known... a dire and ancient threat is ranged
me.
Hearken, the clarion is upon the winds, now the call to is upon us all,
Grim warriors, up thy spears and hone thy gleaming swords.
Archers, string thy bows, brave knights, saddle the of war,
The glory of battle is nigh at last, our banner fly this day in victory!
My warriors, a legacy shall this day be wrought by our blades, by the gods,
Blessed by the blood of foes. Our destiny beckons...
Lord Angsaar, Dark Liege of
Come, great king of Hyperboria, march against me with splendid legions and
shimmering swords. I, the Bane of the Kings, the Scourge of Lemuria, Archfoe
of the Immortals of Ultima Thule, shall Crush you! I shall visit a thousand plagues
realm, and wreak untold havoc and bloody carnage until I have your throne... and
soul!
ALTARUS: And thus, by the splendour of azure banners, a vast army marched
forth from the great walls of the City of Hyperborea, and at the forefront of the
mighty legions, astride an ebon war-stallion, rode the king, glinting upon his
splendid armour... compelled by dreams, and guided by the of Mera...
XERXES: Where? Where did the king's path take
ALTARUS: The king was compelled to lead his to the shadow-haunted Mountains
of the Dead, a grim and brooding place steeped in and ancient legendry. Alone he
rode the gaping maw of a huge cave hewn into the side of the tallest mountain
countless ages past by unknown hands. For three full days and he did not emerge
the cave... until, at last, he rode forth from the eldritch mountain once more, a terrible
knowledge shadowed in his icy eyes, and bearing in his fist a huge black
sword, a magnificent blade which no human blacksmith ever forged. Fearsome
sorcerous power crackled within the yard of black steel, dancing upon its honed,
glyph-scored blade... and its bejewelled, dragon-carved did whisper arcane secrets to
the king in a strange, tongue.
XERXES: But master, what powers did this possess? What secrets did it hold?
ALTARUS: Many centuries ago, before were waged the Great Wars between the
ancient of Atlantis and Hyperborea, Lord Angsaar did rise from his charnel-tomb
and do battle with a powerful immortal warrior-shaman over the of the elder
Crystals of Mera, mystic gems of magical potency. Angsaar, his power
by forces from the vast Outer Darkness, did smite his foe to the brink of
destruction... but, his fading sorceries, the immortal mystically transferred his life-
essence into his great black sword, and scattered the magic crystals the galaxy,
leaving Angsaar with a victory and forcing him to return once more to his dark
Chamber of Slumber. The was lost for centuries, as were the crystals, until the one
gem to remain on this world was discovered deep beneath the northern by an
Atlantean wizard. And the sword... legends spoke of how its final resting place
would be made known by the sorceries of the last only when the blade's power
would once again ne needed to the Chaos-liege. This was the immortal's final, most
powerful spell... upon the of Angsaar, the sorcerous energies and undying
lifeforce encased within the blade would be to its wielder... aye, the one who
discovered the Shadow-Sword would be imbued the power of the immortal, and by
the art of elder spellcraft, he would do battle with his nemesis once more...
XERXES: Then there looms a cataclysmic battle!
And so, from his Black Citadel, the Chaos-liege did send forth his Horde of
Wraiths to engage the of the king...
THE
Behold, a legion of undead meets us upon the field of war.
Face me, Scourge of Lemuria, I thy bane, the Shadow-Sword... (and darksome
sorceries now empower me thunderous might!)
Hearken, the clarion is upon the winds, now the call to is upon us all,
The glory of battle is nigh at last, into the we ride!
XERXES: The outcome, master... who left the field victorious? Did the king
ALTARUS: The begin to disperse... for now, the images fade. That tale shall have to
wait another day...
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Music: Maudling