Luyện nghe bài hát The Splendour Of A Thousand Swords

ALTARUS: Gaze deep into the mists with your spirit-eyes, Xerxes... look far, and me
you see.
XERXES: I see a land far to the north... a vast empire of dark endless moors and
crowned mountains... a land of brooding citadels and who hail to grim gods.
ALTARUS: Look well, Xerxes, for enlightenment hides within the fog-swathed of
Hyperborea...
The Dream:
By the onyx sceptre of my forefathers, the air is churning auguries of dethronement...
dread thus prophesized!
In a I was bade ride the argent-eyed unicorn to the Ring of Stones...
There a torrent of viscid assailed me, as pipes and horns sang the clarion of my
dissolution...
And the usurpation of my azure throne.
Assassins stalk the nighted halls of my palace... poisoned blades and chalices
me.
I thirsted for a balm, but my thirst was by an envenomed draught.
My shackled by tendrils of sloth... enthralled by the chasmed gloom...
Borne upon wings of dread... I awaken!
I shall seek the counsel of the sorcerer, keeper of the scrolls of wisdom, and the
of Power...
The Words of the
My liege, great and regal king... the mists their secrets... you are destined to
wield a great dark power. deep of the potions of the apothecary, for upon thee now I
bestow a shard of the mystic of Mera... sacred artefact of the Atlantean mages,
won in battle by our legions. My liege, the Crystal of Mera shall unveil the lurking
hidden in thy most dreams...
The Voice of the
The land awash with spilled blood, and viscera forth from the sundered dead...
Gorge the with flesh darkened with the claw and fang of war... rent open the
maws of worms...
The
The Crystal illumines dark secrets, the is known... a dire and ancient threat is ranged
me.
Hearken, the clarion is upon the winds, now the call to arms is us all,
Grim warriors, take up thy spears and hone thy swords.
Archers, string thy bows, brave knights, the steeds of war,
The glory of is nigh at last, our banner shall fly this day in victory!
My warriors, a legacy shall this day be by our blades, decreed 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 your 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 a thousand plagues upon
your realm, and wreak untold havoc and bloody until I have your throne... and
soul!
ALTARUS: And thus, flanked by the splendour of azure banners, a army marched
forth from the great walls of the Imperial of Hyperborea, and at the forefront of the
mighty legions, astride an ebon war-stallion, rode the king, sunlight upon his
splendid armour... by dreams, and guided by the Crystal of Mera...
XERXES: Where did the king's path take him?
ALTARUS: The king was compelled to lead his forces to the shadow-haunted
of the Dead, a and brooding place steeped in dark 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
from the cave... until, at last, he rode forth the eldritch mountain once more, a terrible
knowledge shadowed in his icy eyes, and bearing in his fist a huge black
sword, a magnificent ebon blade which no human blacksmith ever forged.
sorcerous power within the yard of black steel, dancing upon its searingly honed,
blade... and its bejewelled, dragon-carved hilt did whisper arcane secrets to
the in a strange, elder tongue.
XERXES: But master, powers did this blade possess? What secrets did it hold?
ALTARUS: Many centuries ago, before even were the Great Wars between the
ancient of Atlantis and Hyperborea, Lord Angsaar did rise from his charnel-tomb
and do battle with a immortal warrior-shaman over the possession of the elder
Crystals of Mera, mystic gems of magical potency. Angsaar, his power
swelled by forces from the Outer Darkness, did smite his foe to the brink of
destruction... but, with his fading sorceries, the immortal mystically transferred his
essence into his great black sword, and scattered the crystals across the galaxy,
leaving Angsaar with a hollow victory and forcing him to return more to his dark
of Slumber. The sword was lost for centuries, as were the crystals, until the one
gem to remain on this world was discovered deep the northern seas by an
ancient Atlantean wizard. And the sword... legends spoke of how its resting place
would be known by the sorceries of the last crystal only when the blade's power
would once again ne needed to battle the Chaos-liege. This was the final, most
powerful spell... upon the reawakening of Angsaar, the sorcerous and undying
lifeforce within the blade would be transferred to its wielder... aye, the one who
discovered the would be imbued with the power of the immortal, and by
the art of elder spellcraft, he would do battle with his nemesis once more...
XERXES: there looms such a cataclysmic battle!
ALTARUS: And so, from his Citadel, the Chaos-liege did send forth his Horde of
Wraiths to the army of the king...
THE
Behold, a legion of undead fiends us upon the field of war.
Face me, Scourge of Lemuria, I thy bane, the Shadow-Sword... (and darksome
now empower me with thunderous might!)
Hearken, the clarion is upon the winds, now the to arms 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 mists begin to disperse... for now, the images fade. That tale shall to
wait 'til day...
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Music: Maudling