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

[ALTARUS:] Gaze deep into the mists 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 hail to gods.
[ALTARUS:] Look well, Xerxes, for enlightenment hides the fog-swathed
of Hyperborea...

[The Dream:]
By the onyx sceptre of my forefathers, the air is churning auguries
of dethronement... Impending dread thus prophesized! In a I was bade
ride the argent-eyed unicorn to the of Stones... There a torrent of
slime assailed me, as pipes and horns sang the clarion of my
dissolution... And the usurpation of my ancient azure throne. stalk
the nighted halls of my palace... poisoned blades and surround me.
I for a balm, but my thirst was slaked by an envenomed draught. My
swordarm by tendrils of sloth... enthralled by the chasmed gloom...
Borne upon wings of dread... I awaken! I shall 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 mists disclose secrets... you
are destined to wield a great dark power. Drink of the potions of the
apothecary, for upon now I bestow a shard of the mystic Crystal of
Mera... sacred of the At lantean mages, won in battle by our legions.
My liege, the Crystal of Mera shall unveil the lurking hidden in thy
fever-haunted dreams...

[The of the Harbinger:]
The awash with spilled blood, and viscera torn forth from the
sundered dead... Gorge the earth with flesh darkened with the claw and of
war... rent open the maws of worms...

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

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

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

[ALTARUS:] And thus, flanked by the splendour of azure banners, a vast
marched forth from the great walls of the Imperial 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
guided by the of Mera...
[XERXES:] Where? Where did the path take him?
[ALTARUS:] The king was compelled to lead his to the shadow-haunted
Mountains of the Dead, a grim and brooding place steeped in dark and
legendry. Alone he into the gaping maw of a huge cave hewn into the side
of the tallest mountain co untless ages past by 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 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 whisper secrets to the king in a strange, elder tongue.
[XERXES:] But master, what powers did this possess? What secrets did
it
[ALTARUS:] Many ago, before even were waged the Great Wars
the ancient kingdoms of Atlantis and Hyperborea, Lord Angsaar did rise
from his charnel-tomb and do battle a powerful immortal 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 brink of destruction... but, his
fading sorceries, the mystically transferred his li fe-essence into
his great black sword, and 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 sword was for centuries, as were the
crystals, u ntil the one gem to remain on this was discovered deep
beneath the northern 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 only when the bl ade's power 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 blade would be 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 would do with his
ancient nemesis more...
[XERXES:] Then there such a cataclysmic battle!
[ALTARUS:] And so, his Black Citadel, the Chaos-liege did send forth
his Horde of to engage the army of the king...

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

[XERXES:] The outcome, master... who the field victorious? Did the
prevail?
[ALTARUS:] The mists to disperse... for now, the images fade. That
shall have to wait 'til another day...

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