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 blood of another slain fiend, it
occurs to me that history will most probably me a fanatic... as for
more years than I care to remember I have dedicated my life to the
pursuit and of the loathsome undead. Indeed, it was long ago that
I commenced with the wreaking of my grim vengeance upon the 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 fearsome 'ere I die... a legacy 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 pierced the of my betrothed,
is black in the moonlight,
Her undead gaze ire upon me.
Blood is black in the
I held aloft her head to my gods,
Blood is black in the
(Now I am bonded to my blade)
And ever I am by the dark!

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

And as I put to her pyre, I swore then to my gods that those vile
who tore 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 their misdeed... I would them to their
worm-ridden tombs, wherever they crept or slithered the earth, and wreak
my steel revenge ceaselessly unto my own grave. Such was my vow!

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

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

I am the scourge of the devils who 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 malign spirits screaming into limbo!

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