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

[The contemplations of Blokk:]

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

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

Blood is black in the
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 her head to my grim gods,
is black in the moonlight
(Now I am bonded to my blade)
And ever I am by the dark!

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

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

Aye, bride of Masayuki 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.

spawned demons ravening for my blood,
Yet the of my blade is greater!
Aye, all they feast upon this night will be cold steel!
I the slither of scales on silk,
Fiend's Bane replete with 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 screaming limbo!

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