Luyện nghe bài hát The Splendour Of A Thousand Swords Gleaming

(Beneath The Blazon Of The Empire)

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

I see a far to the north...
a vast empire of dark endless moors and mountains...
a land of brooding citadels and warrior-kings who to grim gods.

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

THE KING'S
By the sceptre of my forefathers,
the air is churning auguries of dethronement...
Impending thus prophesized!
In a I was bade ride
the argent-eyed unicorn to the of Stones...
a torrent of viscid slime assailed me,
as 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 surround me.
I thirsted for a balm, but my
was slaked by an draught.
My shackled by tendrils of sloth...
enthralled by the gloom...
Borne upon of labyrinthine dread...
I awaken!
I shall seek the of the sorcerer,
keeper of the ancient of wisdom,
and the of Power...

THE OF THE SORCERER:
My liege, and regal king...
the mists their secrets...
you are to wield a great dark power.
deep of the potions of the apothecary,
for upon now I bestow a shard
of the mystic of Mera...
sacred artefact of the At mages,
won in by our legions.
My liege, the Crystal of Mera shall unveil the
hidden in thy most fever-haunted dreams...

THE OF THE HARBINGER:
The land with spilled blood,
and viscera torn forth from the dead...
Gorge the with flesh
darkened the claw and fang of war...
rent open the ravenous of worms...

THE
The Crystal illumines dark secrets, the is known...
a and ancient threat is ranged against me.
Hearken, the 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 of battle is nigh at last,
our banner fly this day in victory!

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

LORD ANGSAAR, LIEGE OF CHAOS:
Come, great king of Hyperboria, march 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 you!
I shall visit a thousand upon your realm,
and wreak untold havoc and bloody
until I have throne... and your soul!

And thus, by the splendour of azure banners,
a vast army marched forth the great walls
of the City of Hyperborea,
and at the of the mighty legions,
an ebon war-stallion, rode the king,
sunlight up on his splendid armour...
compelled by dreams, and guided by the of Mera...

Where? Where did the king's path take

???

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

???

Then there such a cataclysmic battle!

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

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

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

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