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 me what you see.
I see a land far to the north... a vast 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 King's
By the onyx sceptre of my forefathers, the air is with auguries
of dethronement... dread thus prophesized! In a dream I was bade
ride the argent-eyed to the Ring of Stones... There a torrent of
slime assailed me, as pipes and horns 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 by tendrils of sloth... enthralled by the chasmed gloom...
Borne upon of labyrinthine dread... I awaken! I shall seek the counsel
of the sorcerer, keeper of the 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 a great dark power. Drink deep of the potions of the
apothecary, for upon thee now I bestow a of the mystic Crystal of
Mera... sacred artefact of the At lantean mages, won in by our legions.
My liege, the Crystal of Mera unveil the truth lurking hidden in thy
fever-haunted dreams...

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

[The
The Crystal illumines dark secrets, the truth is known... a and
threat 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, thy bows, brave knights, saddle the
steeds of war, The glory of battle is nigh at last, our shall fly this
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, Liege of Chaos:]
Come, great king of Hyperboria, march me with your splendid
and shimmering swords. I, the Bane of the Atlantean Kings, the Scourge
of Lemuria, Archfoe of the Immortals of Ultima Thule, shall you! I shall
visit a thousand plagues upo n your realm, and untold havoc and bloody
carnage until I have throne... and your soul!

[ALTARUS:] And thus, flanked by the of azure banners, a vast army
marched from 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 armour... compelled by dreams, and
by the Crystal of Mera...
[XERXES:] Where did the king's path take him?
[ALTARUS:] The king was compelled to his forces to the shadow-haunted
of the Dead, a grim 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 ages past by unknown hands. For three full
days and he did not emerge from the cave... until, at last, he rode
forth from the eldritch mountain more, a terrible knowledge shadowed in
his icy eyes, and bearing in his gauntleted a huge black sword, a
ebon blade which no human blacksmith 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 this possess? What secrets did
it
[ALTARUS:] Many centuries ago, before even were the Great Wars
between the ancient kingdoms of and Hyperborea, Lord Angsaar did rise
his charnel-tomb and do battle with a powerful immortal warrior-shaman
over the possession of the elder Crystals of Mera, 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 immortal transferred his li fe-essence into
his great black sword, and the magic crystals across the galaxy,
leaving Angsaar with a hollow victory and forcing him to return more to
his dark Chamber of Slumber. The sword was lost for centuries, as the
crystals, u ntil the one gem to remain on world was discovered deep
beneath the 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 ade's would once again ne
needed to battle the Chaos-liege. This was the immortal's final, powerful
spell... the reawakening of Angsaar, the sorcerous energies and undying
lifeforce within the blade would be transferred to its wie lder...
aye, the one who discovered the Shadow-Sword be imbued with the power of
the immortal, and by the art of elder spellcraft, he do battle with his
ancient nemesis more...
Then there looms such a cataclysmic battle!
[ALTARUS:] And so, from his Black Citadel, the Chaos-liege did send
his Horde of Wraiths to the army of the king...

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

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