Luyện nghe bài hát The Splendour Of A Thousand Swords Gleaming

(Beneath The Blazon Of The Empire)

Gaze deep the mists with your spirit-eyes, Xerxes...
far, and tell me what you see.

I see a far to the north...
a vast empire of dark moors and snow-crowned mountains...
a land of brooding citadels and who hail to grim gods.

Look well, Xerxes, for enlightenment
within the fog-swathed of Hyperborea...

THE KING'S
By the onyx of my forefathers,
the air is churning auguries of dethronement...
Impending dread prophesized!
In a I was bade ride
the argent-eyed unicorn to the of Stones...
There a of viscid slime assailed me,
as pipes and horns sang the of my dissolution...
And the usurpation of my ancient throne.
stalk the nighted halls of my palace...
poisoned and chalices surround me.
I for a balm, but my thirst
was by an envenomed draught.
My swordarm shackled by of sloth...
by the chasmed gloom...
Borne upon of labyrinthine dread...
I awaken!
I shall the counsel of the sorcerer,
keeper of the scrolls of wisdom,
and the of Power...

THE OF THE SORCERER:
My liege, and regal king...
the mists disclose secrets...
you are to wield a great dark power.
Drink of the potions of the apothecary,
for upon thee now I bestow a
of the Crystal of Mera...
sacred of the At lantean mages,
won in by our legions.
My liege, the Crystal of Mera shall the truth
lurking hidden in thy most dreams...

THE OF THE HARBINGER:
The awash with spilled blood,
and viscera torn forth the sundered dead...
Gorge the with flesh
darkened with the claw and of war...
open the ravenous maws of worms...

THE
The Crystal dark secrets, the truth is known...
a and ancient threat is ranged against me.
Hearken, the 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, the steeds of war,
The glory of battle is at last,
our shall fly this day in victory!

My warriors, a legacy shall day be wrought
by our blades, by the gods,
Blessed by the of vanquished foes.
Our beckons...

LORD ANGSAAR, DARK LIEGE OF
Come, great of Hyperboria, march against me
with your legions and shimmering swords.
I, the Bane of the Kings, the Scourge of Lemuria,
Archfoe of the of Ultima Thule, shall Crush you!
I shall visit a plagues upon your realm,
and wreak untold havoc and carnage
until I your throne... and your soul!

And thus, flanked by the splendour of banners,
a vast army marched from the great walls
of the Imperial of Hyperborea,
and at the forefront of the legions,
astride an ebon war-stallion, the king,
sunlight glinting up on his armour...
compelled by dreams, and by the Crystal of Mera...

Where? Where did the king's path him?

???

But master, what powers did this possess?
What secrets did it

???

Then there looms such a battle!

And so, his Black Citadel, the Chaos-liege did send
his Horde of Wraiths to engage the army of the king...

THE
Behold, a legion of fiends meets us upon the field of war.
me, Scourge of Lemuria, I wield thy bane, the Shadow-Sword...
(and darksome sorceries now me with thunderous might!)
Hearken, the clarion is the winds,
now the call to arms is us all,
The glory of is nigh at last, into the fray we ride!

The outcome, master...
who left the victorious?
Did the king

The mists begin to disperse... for now, the fade.
That tale shall have to wait 'til day...