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

[The contemplations of Joachim

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

Drowned in the icy of tragedy,
in the fires of revenge,
Driven by the winds compel a man to destiny,
by the whispers of the dead.

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

Gods of wrath, hear my vow... sate me with revenge night!
Come to me, darksome fiends, the edge of ensorcelled steel!
has fallen, the hunt begins...
Vengeful carnage the moon!

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

Aye, bride 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 many men and alike.

Shadow spawned ravening for my blood,
Yet the of my blade is greater!
Aye, all they shall feast upon this night be cold steel!
I hear the of scales on silk,
Fiend's Bane replete undead slaughter!

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

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