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 endless moors
and snow-crowned mountains... a land of brooding citadels and
who hail to gods.
[ALTARUS:] well, Xerxes, for enlightenment hides within the fog-swathed
of Hyperborea...

[The King's
By the sceptre of my forefathers, the air is churning with auguries
of dethronement... Impending thus prophesized! In a dream I was bade
ride the argent-eyed unicorn to the Ring of Stones... There a of
viscid slime assailed me, as pipes and horns sang the of my
dissolution... And the usurpation of my ancient azure throne. stalk
the nighted of my palace... poisoned blades 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 seek the counsel
of the sorcerer, keeper of the scrolls of wisdom, and the Crystals of
Power...

Words of the Sorcerer:]
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 shard of the Crystal of
Mera... sacred artefact of the At mages, won in battle by our legions.
My liege, the Crystal of Mera shall unveil the truth hidden in thy
most dreams...

Voice of the Harbinger:]
The land awash with spilled blood, and viscera forth from the
sundered dead... Gorge the earth with flesh darkened with the and fang of
war... rent the ravenous maws of worms...

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

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

[Lord Angsaar, Dark Liege of
Come, great of Hyperboria, march against me with your splendid
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 plagues upo n your realm, and wreak untold havoc and bloody
until I have your throne... and your soul!

[ALTARUS:] And thus, by the splendour of azure banners, a vast army
marched forth from the great walls of the 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? Where did the king's take him?
[ALTARUS:] The king was compelled to lead his to the shadow-haunted
Mountains of the Dead, a grim and brooding place in dark and ancient
legendry. Alone he rode the gaping maw of a huge cave hewn into the side
of the tallest 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 eldritch once more, a terrible knowledge shadowed in
his icy eyes, and bearing in his fist a huge black sword, a
magnificent ebon blade which no human blacksmith forged. Fearsome
sorcerous power crackled within the yard of steel, dancing upon its
searingly honed, blade... and its bejewelled, dragon-carved hilt
did whisper secrets to the king in a strange, elder tongue.
[XERXES:] But master, what did this blade possess? What secrets did
it
[ALTARUS:] Many centuries ago, even were waged the Great Wars
between the ancient kingdoms of and Hyperborea, Lord Angsaar did rise
from his charnel-tomb and do battle with a powerful warrior-shaman
over the possession of the Crystals of Mera, mystic gems of unparalleled
magical potency. Angsaar, his power swelled by forces from the Outer
Darkness, did his foe to the brink of destruction... but, with his
sorceries, the immortal mystically transferred his li fe-essence into
his great black sword, and scattered the crystals across the galaxy,
leaving Angsaar with a hollow victory and 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 on this world was discovered deep
beneath the seas 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 final, most powerful
spell... upon the reawakening of Angsaar, the energies and undying
lifeforce encased within the would be transferred to its wie lder...
aye, the one who discovered the Shadow-Sword would be imbued the power of
the immortal, and by the art of elder spellcraft, he would do battle his
ancient once more...
[XERXES:] Then there such a cataclysmic battle!
[ALTARUS:] And so, from his Black Citadel, the Chaos-liege did forth
his Horde of to engage the army of the king...

[THE
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 upon us all, The of battle is nigh at
last, the fray we ride!

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

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