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 your spirit-eyes, Xerxes... far,
and me what you see.
[XERXES:] I see a land far to the north... a vast empire of dark moors
and snow-crowned mountains... a land of brooding and warrior-kings
who hail to gods.
Look well, Xerxes, for enlightenment hides 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 thus prophesized! In a dream I was
ride the argent-eyed unicorn to the Ring of Stones... There a of
viscid slime assailed me, as pipes and horns the clarion of my
dissolution... And the usurpation of my ancient 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
swordarm shackled by tendrils of sloth... enthralled by the gloom...
Borne upon wings of labyrinthine dread... I awaken! I shall the counsel
of the sorcerer, of the ancient scrolls of wisdom, and the Crystals of
Power...

[The Words of the
My liege, great and king... the mists 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 of
Mera... sacred artefact of the At lantean mages, won in by our legions.
My liege, the Crystal of Mera shall unveil the truth hidden in thy
fever-haunted dreams...

[The Voice of the
The land with spilled blood, and viscera torn forth from the
sundered dead... Gorge the earth with darkened with the claw and fang of
war... rent open the maws of worms...

[The
The Crystal illumines dark secrets, the truth is known... a and
ancient is ranged against me. Hearken, the clarion is upon the winds,
now the call to arms is upon us all, Grim warriors, take up thy and
hone thy gleaming swords. Archers, string thy bows, knights, saddle the
steeds of war, The glory of battle is nigh at last, our shall fly this
day in victory!

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

[Lord Angsaar, Dark of Chaos:]
Come, great king of Hyperboria, march against me your splendid
legions and shimmering swords. I, the of the Atlantean Kings, the Scourge
of Lemuria, of the Immortals of Ultima Thule, shall Crush you! I shall
a thousand plagues upo n your realm, and wreak untold havoc and bloody
carnage I have your throne... and your soul!

[ALTARUS:] And thus, flanked by the splendour of banners, a vast army
marched forth the great walls of the Imperial City 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
by the Crystal of Mera...
[XERXES:] Where? Where did the king's take him?
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 past by unknown hands. For three full
days and nights he did not emerge the cave... until, at last, he rode
from the eldritch mountain once more, a terrible knowledge shadowed in
his icy eyes, and bearing in his gauntleted a huge black sword, a
magnificent ebon blade which no human blacksmith forged. Fearsome
sorcerous power crackled within the yard of black steel, dancing its
searingly honed, glyph-scored blade... and its bejewelled, hilt
did whisper arcane secrets to the king in a strange, tongue.
[XERXES:] But master, what did this blade possess? What secrets did
it
[ALTARUS:] Many centuries ago, before were waged the Great Wars
between the ancient kingdoms of Atlantis and Hyperborea, Angsaar did rise
from his charnel-tomb and do battle a powerful immortal warrior-shaman
over the possession of the elder of Mera, mystic gems of unparalleled
magical potency. Angsaar, his power by forces from the vast Outer
Darkness, did smite his foe to the of destruction... but, with his
sorceries, the immortal mystically transferred 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 return once 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
beneath the northern by an ancient Atlantean wizard. And the sword...
spoke of how its final resting place would be made known by the
sorceries of the last crystal only when the bl power would once again ne
needed to battle the Chaos-liege. This was the immortal's final, powerful
spell... upon the reawakening of Angsaar, the sorcerous energies and
lifeforce encased the blade would be transferred to its wie lder...
aye, the one who discovered the Shadow-Sword would be imbued with the of
the immortal, and by the art of elder spellcraft, he would do battle his
nemesis once more...
[XERXES:] Then looms such a cataclysmic battle!
[ALTARUS:] And so, his Black Citadel, the Chaos-liege did send forth
his of Wraiths to engage the army of the king...

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

The outcome, master... who left the field victorious? Did the
king
[ALTARUS:] The mists to disperse... for now, the images fade. That
tale have to wait 'til another day...

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[Music: Maudling]