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

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

[The Dream:]
By the onyx of my forefathers, the air is churning 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
viscid slime me, as pipes and horns sang the clarion of my
dissolution... And the usurpation of my ancient throne. Assassins stalk
the nighted halls of my palace... blades and chalices surround me.
I thirsted for a balm, but my was slaked by an envenomed draught. My
swordarm shackled by tendrils of sloth... by the chasmed gloom...
upon wings of labyrinthine dread... I awaken! I shall seek the counsel
of the sorcerer, of the ancient scrolls of wisdom, and the Crystals of
Power...

[The Words of the
My liege, great and regal king... the mists disclose secrets... you
are to wield 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 mages, won in battle by our legions.
My liege, the of Mera shall unveil the truth lurking hidden in thy
fever-haunted dreams...

[The of the Harbinger:]
The land awash with spilled blood, and viscera torn forth 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 secrets, the truth is known... a dire and
ancient threat is ranged me. Hearken, the clarion is upon the winds,
now the call to arms is us all, Grim warriors, take up thy spears and
hone thy gleaming swords. Archers, 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 shall this day be wrought by our blades, decreed by
the gods, Blessed by the blood of foes. Our destiny beckons...

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

[ALTARUS:] And thus, flanked by the splendour of azure banners, a vast
marched forth from the great of the Imperial City of Hyperborea, and at
the forefront of the legions, astride an ebon war-stallion, rode the
king, sunlight up on his splendid armour... compelled by dreams, and
guided by the of Mera...
[XERXES:] Where? Where did the king's path take
[ALTARUS:] The king was compelled to lead his forces to the
Mountains of the Dead, a grim and place steeped in dark and ancient
legendry. Alone he rode the gaping maw of a huge cave hewn into the side
of the tallest mountain co 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 mountain once more, a terrible knowledge shadowed in
his icy eyes, and bearing in his gauntleted fist a huge sword, a
magnificent ebon which no human blacksmith ever forged. Fearsome
sorcerous power crackled the yard of black steel, dancing upon its
searingly honed, blade... and its bejewelled, dragon-carved hilt
did whisper arcane secrets to the king in a strange, 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 Atlantis and Hyperborea, Lord Angsaar did
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 the vast Outer
Darkness, did smite his foe to the of destruction... but, with his
fading sorceries, the immortal mystically his li fe-essence into
his black sword, and scattered the magic crystals across the galaxy,
leaving Angsaar with a hollow victory and him to return once more to
his dark Chamber of Slumber. The was lost for centuries, as were the
crystals, u ntil the one gem to remain on this world was deep
beneath the seas by an ancient Atlantean wizard. And the sword...
legends spoke of how its final resting place be made known by the
sorceries of the last crystal when the bl ade's power would once again ne
to battle the Chaos-liege. This was the immortal's final, most powerful
spell... the reawakening of Angsaar, the sorcerous 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 with the of
the immortal, and by the art of elder spellcraft, he do battle with his
ancient once more...
[XERXES:] Then there looms a cataclysmic battle!
[ALTARUS:] And so, from his Citadel, the Chaos-liege did send forth
his of Wraiths to engage the army of the king...

KING:]
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 is upon
the winds, now the call to arms is upon us all, The of battle is nigh at
last, into the we ride!

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

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