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

[The contemplations of Blokk:]

As my sword drips now with the unclean blood of another slain fiend, it
to me that 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 destruction of the 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 taking my beloved from me! Fanatic? Mayhap. But by all the of
vengeance, I'll leave a legacy 'ere I die... a legacy wrought in
bloodshed and screaming terror!

Drowned in the icy of tragedy,
Forged in the of revenge,
Driven by the 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,
Blood is in the moonlight,
Her gaze 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!

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 'neath the moon!

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

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

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

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

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