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.
[XERXES:] I see a land far to the north... a vast empire of endless moors
and mountains... a land of brooding citadels and warrior-kings
who to grim gods.
Look well, Xerxes, for enlightenment hides within the fog-swathed
of Hyperborea...

[The King's
By the onyx of my forefathers, the air is churning with auguries
of dethronement... Impending dread prophesized! In a dream I was bade
ride the argent-eyed to the Ring of Stones... There a torrent of
viscid slime assailed me, as pipes and horns the clarion of my
dissolution... And the usurpation of my ancient azure throne. stalk
the nighted halls of my palace... poisoned and chalices surround me.
I thirsted for a balm, but my thirst was by an envenomed draught. My
swordarm shackled by of sloth... enthralled by the chasmed gloom...
Borne upon wings of labyrinthine dread... I awaken! I shall seek the
of the sorcerer, keeper of the scrolls of wisdom, and the Crystals of
Power...

[The of the Sorcerer:]
My liege, great and regal king... the mists their secrets... you
are destined to wield a great dark power. Drink deep of the of the
apothecary, for upon thee now I 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 shall unveil the lurking hidden in thy
most dreams...

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

[The
The Crystal illumines 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, up thy spears and
hone thy swords. Archers, string 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 vanquished foes. Our beckons...

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

And thus, flanked 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, glinting up on his splendid armour... compelled by dreams, and
by the Crystal of Mera...
[XERXES:] Where? Where did the path take him?
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 huge cave hewn into the
of the tallest mountain co untless ages past by unknown hands. For three
days and he did not emerge from 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 gauntleted fist a black sword, a
ebon blade which no human blacksmith ever forged. Fearsome
sorcerous power crackled within the yard of steel, dancing upon its
honed, glyph-scored blade... and its bejewelled, dragon-carved hilt
did whisper arcane secrets to the in a strange, elder tongue.
[XERXES:] But master, what powers did this blade possess? What did
it
[ALTARUS:] Many centuries ago, before even waged the Great Wars
between the ancient of Atlantis and Hyperborea, Lord Angsaar did rise
his charnel-tomb and do battle with a powerful immortal warrior-shaman
over the possession of the 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 of destruction... but, with 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 forcing him to once more to
his dark Chamber of Slumber. The sword was for centuries, as were the
crystals, u the one gem to remain on this world was discovered deep
the northern seas by an ancient Atlantean wizard. And the sword...
legends spoke of how its resting place would be made known by the
sorceries of the crystal only when the bl ade's power would once again ne
needed to 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 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 elder spellcraft, he do battle with his
nemesis once more...
[XERXES:] there looms such a cataclysmic battle!
[ALTARUS:] And so, his Black Citadel, the Chaos-liege did send forth
his of Wraiths 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 wield thy bane, the Shadow-Sword... (and
sorceries now empower me with might!) Hearken, the clarion is upon
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
prevail?
[ALTARUS:] The begin to disperse... for now, the images fade. That
tale shall to wait 'til another day...

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