Luyện nghe bài hát The Splendour Of A Thousand Swords Gleaming Beneath The Blazon Of The Hyperborean Empire

[ALTARUS:] Gaze deep into the mists with spirit-eyes, Xerxes... look far,
and me what you see.
[XERXES:] I see a land far to the north... a vast empire of endless moors
and snow-crowned mountains... a land of brooding citadels and
who hail to gods.
[ALTARUS:] Look well, Xerxes, for enlightenment within the fog-swathed
of Hyperborea...

[The King's
By the onyx sceptre of my forefathers, the air is churning auguries
of dethronement... Impending dread prophesized! In a dream I was bade
ride the argent-eyed unicorn to the Ring of Stones... a torrent of
viscid slime assailed me, as pipes and horns the clarion of my
dissolution... And the usurpation of my ancient azure throne. stalk
the nighted halls of my palace... poisoned and chalices surround me.
I for a balm, but my thirst was slaked by an envenomed draught. My
shackled by tendrils of sloth... enthralled by the chasmed gloom...
Borne upon wings of labyrinthine dread... I awaken! I shall seek the
of the sorcerer, of the ancient scrolls of wisdom, and the Crystals of
Power...

[The Words of the
My liege, great and regal king... the disclose their secrets... you
are destined to wield a great dark power. Drink deep of the of the
apothecary, for upon now I bestow a shard of the mystic Crystal of
Mera... sacred artefact of the At mages, won in battle by our legions.
My liege, the Crystal of Mera unveil the truth lurking hidden in thy
fever-haunted dreams...

[The of the Harbinger:]
The land awash spilled blood, and viscera torn forth from the
sundered dead... Gorge the earth with flesh darkened with the claw and of
war... rent open the ravenous of worms...

[The
The Crystal 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 arms is upon us all, warriors, take up thy spears and
hone thy gleaming swords. Archers, thy bows, brave knights, saddle the
steeds of war, The glory of battle is nigh at last, our banner shall fly
day in victory!

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

[Lord Angsaar, Dark of Chaos:]
Come, great king of Hyperboria, against me with your splendid
and shimmering swords. I, the Bane of the Atlantean Kings, the Scourge
of Lemuria, of the Immortals of Ultima Thule, shall Crush you! I shall
visit a thousand upo n your realm, and wreak untold havoc and bloody
carnage until I your throne... and your 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 war-stallion, rode the
king, sunlight glinting up on his splendid armour... by dreams, and
guided by the of Mera...
[XERXES:] Where? Where did the king's path take
The king was compelled to lead his forces to the shadow-haunted
Mountains of the Dead, a and brooding place steeped in dark and ancient
legendry. Alone he rode into the gaping maw of a huge hewn into the side
of the tallest mountain co untless ages past by unknown hands. For three
days and he did not emerge from the cave... until, at last, he rode
forth from the eldritch mountain once more, a knowledge shadowed in
his icy eyes, and bearing in his fist a huge black sword, a
magnificent ebon which no human blacksmith ever forged. Fearsome
sorcerous power crackled within the of black steel, dancing upon its
searingly honed, glyph-scored blade... and its bejewelled, dragon-carved
did whisper arcane to the king in a strange, elder tongue.
[XERXES:] But master, what powers did this blade possess? secrets did
it
[ALTARUS:] Many centuries ago, before were waged the Great Wars
between the ancient kingdoms of and Hyperborea, Lord Angsaar did rise
from his charnel-tomb and do battle a powerful immortal warrior-shaman
over the possession of the elder Crystals of Mera, mystic of unparalleled
magical potency. Angsaar, his swelled by forces from the vast Outer
Darkness, did smite his foe to the of destruction... but, with his
fading sorceries, the immortal mystically his li fe-essence into
his great black sword, and scattered the magic across the galaxy,
leaving Angsaar with a hollow victory and forcing him to once more to
his dark Chamber of Slumber. The sword was for centuries, as were the
crystals, u ntil the one gem to on this world was discovered deep
the northern seas by an ancient Atlantean wizard. And the sword...
legends spoke of how its final resting place would be made by the
sorceries of the last crystal only when the bl ade's power would once ne
to battle the Chaos-liege. This was the immortal's final, most powerful
spell... upon the reawakening of Angsaar, the sorcerous and undying
lifeforce encased the blade would be transferred to its wie lder...
aye, the one who discovered the Shadow-Sword would be with the power of
the immortal, and by the art of elder spellcraft, he would do 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 of Wraiths to engage the army of the king...

[THE
Behold, a legion of undead fiends meets us upon the of war. Face
me, Scourge of Lemuria, I wield thy bane, the Shadow-Sword... (and
sorceries now empower me with thunderous might!) Hearken, the 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 victorious? Did the
prevail?
[ALTARUS:] The mists begin to disperse... for now, the fade. That
tale have to wait 'til another day...

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