Luyện nghe bài hát Thwarted By The Dark (Blade Of The Vampyre Hunter)

[The contemplations of Joachim

As my sword drips black now the unclean blood of another slain fiend, it
occurs to me history will most probably record me a fanatic... as for
more years I care to remember I have dedicated my life to the caseless
pursuit and of the loathsome undead. Indeed, it was long ago that
I commenced with the wreaking of my vengeance upon the denizens of the
dark, and by the blade of my sorcerous katana, Fiend's Bane, I vow they
all pay for my beloved from me! Fanatic? Mayhap. But by all the gods of
vengeance, I'll leave a fearsome legacy 'ere I die... a wrought in
retributive bloodshed and terror!

in the icy lake of tragedy,
Forged in the of revenge,
by the winds which compel a man to destiny,
Haunted by the of the dead.

Blood is in the moonlight
As it was when I pierced the of my betrothed,
is black in the moonlight,
Her undead gleaming ire upon me.
is black in the moonlight
I held aloft her head to my gods,
Blood is in the moonlight
(Now I am eternally to my blade)
And I am thwarted by the dark!

of wrath, hear my vow... sate me with revenge this night!
Come to me, darksome fiends, taste the of ensorcelled steel!
has fallen, the hunt begins...
Vengeful 'neath the moon!

And as I put brand to her pyre, I swore then to my gods that those
creatures who tore the life and hope from my beloved's breast and it
with unspeakable sanguineous ravening would repay a hundredfold in
and bloodshed for their misdeed... I would hunt them to their
worm-ridden tombs, wherever crept or slithered upon the earth, and wreak
my steel revenge ceaselessly unto my own grave. Such was my vow!

Aye, this of Masayuki steel, ensorcelled by wizards at its forging... to
me she is as pure as the fallen snow, kissed by the breeze at dusk...
and yet she has supped deep of the ichors of men and fiends alike.

spawned demons ravening for my blood,
Yet the thirst of my is greater!
Aye, all they shall upon this night will be cold steel!
I hear the slither of on silk,
Fiend's Bane with undead slaughter!

I am the of the devils who dwell in darkness...
(but the darkness writhing in my own soul is so deeper...)
Their flesh at the touch of my blade of searing vengeance,
And I cast their malign screaming into limbo!

Darkfall, and the autumn moon on my steel...
Now it is time to hunt and slay more,
For the has come!