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

[The Dream:]
By the onyx sceptre of my forefathers, the air is 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 assailed me, as and horns sang the clarion of my
dissolution... And the usurpation of my azure throne. Assassins 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 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 wield a great dark power. Drink of the potions of the
apothecary, for upon thee now I bestow a shard of the mystic of
Mera... artefact of the At lantean 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 spilled blood, and viscera torn forth from the
sundered dead... Gorge the earth with flesh darkened with the and fang of
war... open the ravenous maws of worms...

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

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

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

[ALTARUS:] And thus, flanked by the splendour of banners, a vast army
marched forth the great walls of the Imperial City of Hyperborea, and at
the forefront of the mighty legions, an ebon war-stallion, rode the
king, sunlight glinting up on his splendid armour... 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 brooding 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 untless ages past by unknown hands. For full
days and nights he did not from the cave... until, at last, he rode
forth the eldritch mountain once more, a terrible knowledge shadowed in
his icy eyes, and bearing in his gauntleted fist a black sword, a
magnificent ebon blade which no human blacksmith ever forged.
sorcerous power crackled within the yard of black steel, upon its
searingly honed, glyph-scored blade... and its bejewelled, dragon-carved
did whisper arcane secrets to the king in a strange, tongue.
[XERXES:] But master, what did this blade possess? What secrets did
it
[ALTARUS:] Many centuries ago, before even were waged the Great
between the ancient kingdoms of Atlantis and Hyperborea, Lord 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 from 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 great sword, and scattered the magic crystals across the galaxy,
leaving Angsaar with a hollow and forcing 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 resting place would be made known by the
sorceries of the crystal only 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 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
ancient once more...
Then there looms such a cataclysmic battle!
[ALTARUS:] And so, from his Citadel, the Chaos-liege did send forth
his Horde of Wraiths to engage the of the king...

[THE
Behold, a legion of 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 might!) Hearken, the clarion is upon
the winds, now the call to is upon us all, The glory of battle is nigh at
last, into the we ride!

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

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Jonny Maudling]