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

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

[The King's
By the onyx of my forefathers, the air is churning with auguries
of dethronement... Impending dread thus prophesized! In a I was bade
ride the unicorn to the Ring of Stones... There a torrent of
viscid 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... poisoned blades and chalices me.
I for a balm, but my thirst was slaked by an envenomed draught. My
swordarm shackled by tendrils of sloth... by the chasmed gloom...
Borne upon of labyrinthine dread... I awaken! I shall seek the counsel
of the sorcerer, keeper of the ancient scrolls of wisdom, and the of
Power...

Words of the Sorcerer:]
My liege, great and regal king... the mists disclose secrets... you
are destined to a great dark power. Drink deep of the potions of the
apothecary, for thee now I bestow a shard 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 torn forth from the
sundered dead... Gorge the with flesh darkened with the claw and fang of
war... rent open the ravenous of worms...

[The
The illumines dark secrets, the truth is known... a dire and
ancient threat is ranged against me. Hearken, the clarion is the winds,
now the call to arms is upon us all, Grim warriors, take up thy 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 shall fly
day in victory!

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

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

[ALTARUS:] And thus, by the splendour of azure banners, a vast army
marched forth from the great of the Imperial City of Hyperborea, and at
the forefront of the mighty legions, astride an war-stallion, rode the
king, glinting up on his splendid armour... compelled by dreams, and
by the Crystal 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 grim and brooding place steeped in dark and
legendry. Alone he rode into the gaping maw of a cave hewn into the side
of the tallest co untless ages past by unknown hands. For three full
days and nights he did not 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 fist a huge black sword, a
magnificent ebon blade which no human blacksmith ever forged.
sorcerous power crackled within the of black steel, dancing upon its
searingly honed, blade... and its bejewelled, dragon-carved hilt
did whisper arcane secrets to the in a strange, elder tongue.
But master, what powers did this blade possess? What secrets did
it
[ALTARUS:] Many ago, before even were waged the Great Wars
between the kingdoms of Atlantis and Hyperborea, Lord Angsaar did rise
from his charnel-tomb and do battle with a powerful warrior-shaman
the possession of the elder Crystals of Mera, mystic gems of unparalleled
magical potency. Angsaar, his power by forces from the vast Outer
Darkness, did smite his foe to the brink of destruction... but, his
fading sorceries, the immortal transferred his li fe-essence into
his great black sword, and scattered the magic crystals the galaxy,
leaving Angsaar with a hollow victory and him to return once more to
his dark Chamber of Slumber. The sword was lost for centuries, as the
crystals, u the one gem to remain on this world was discovered deep
beneath the northern 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 would once again ne
needed to battle the Chaos-liege. was the immortal's final, most powerful
spell... upon the of Angsaar, the sorcerous energies and undying
lifeforce encased within the would be transferred to its wie lder...
aye, the one who discovered the would be imbued with the power of
the immortal, and by the art of spellcraft, he would do battle with his
nemesis once more...
[XERXES:] Then there looms a cataclysmic battle!
[ALTARUS:] And so, from his Black Citadel, the Chaos-liege did send
his Horde of Wraiths to engage the of the king...

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

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

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