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

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

[The Dream:]
By the onyx sceptre of my forefathers, the air is churning with
of dethronement... Impending thus prophesized! In a dream I was bade
ride the argent-eyed to the Ring of Stones... There a torrent of
viscid slime assailed me, as pipes and sang the clarion of my
dissolution... And the of my ancient azure throne. Assassins stalk
the nighted halls of my palace... blades and chalices surround 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 seek the
of the sorcerer, keeper of the ancient scrolls of wisdom, and the of
Power...

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

Voice of the Harbinger:]
The land awash with blood, and viscera torn forth from the
sundered dead... the earth with flesh 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 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
thy gleaming swords. Archers, string thy bows, brave knights, saddle the
steeds of war, The glory of battle is nigh at last, our banner fly this
day in victory!

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

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

[ALTARUS:] And thus, flanked by the splendour of azure banners, a vast
marched from the great walls of the Imperial City of Hyperborea, and at
the forefront of the mighty legions, astride an ebon war-stallion, the
king, sunlight glinting up on his splendid armour... by dreams, and
by the Crystal of Mera...
[XERXES:] Where? did the king's path take him?
[ALTARUS:] The king was to lead his forces to the shadow-haunted
Mountains of the Dead, a grim and brooding place steeped in and ancient
legendry. Alone he rode the gaping maw of a huge cave hewn into the side
of the mountain co untless ages past by unknown hands. For three full
days and nights he did not emerge the cave... until, at last, he rode
forth from the mountain once more, a terrible knowledge shadowed in
his icy eyes, and in his gauntleted fist a huge black sword, a
magnificent ebon blade which no human ever forged. Fearsome
sorcerous power crackled within the yard of black steel, upon its
honed, glyph-scored blade... and its bejewelled, dragon-carved hilt
did arcane secrets to the king in a strange, elder tongue.
[XERXES:] But master, what powers did blade possess? What secrets did
it
[ALTARUS:] Many centuries ago, before even waged the Great Wars
the ancient kingdoms of Atlantis and Hyperborea, Lord Angsaar did rise
from his charnel-tomb and do battle with a immortal warrior-shaman
the possession of the elder Crystals of Mera, mystic gems of unparalleled
magical potency. Angsaar, his power swelled by from the vast Outer
Darkness, did smite his foe to the of destruction... but, with his
fading sorceries, the mystically transferred his li fe-essence into
his great black sword, and scattered the magic across the galaxy,
leaving Angsaar with a hollow and forcing him to return once more to
his Chamber of Slumber. The sword was lost for centuries, as were the
crystals, u ntil the one gem to remain on world was discovered deep
the northern seas by an ancient Atlantean wizard. And the sword...
legends spoke of how its final place would be made known by the
sorceries of the last crystal only when the bl power would once again ne
to battle the Chaos-liege. This was the immortal's final, most powerful
spell... upon the reawakening of Angsaar, the energies and undying
lifeforce encased within the blade be transferred to its wie lder...
aye, the one who the Shadow-Sword would be imbued with the power of
the immortal, and by the art of elder spellcraft, he do battle with his
ancient nemesis more...
[XERXES:] Then there looms a cataclysmic battle!
And so, from his Black Citadel, the Chaos-liege did send forth
his Horde of Wraiths to the army of the king...

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

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

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