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

[The contemplations of Joachim

As my sword drips now with the unclean 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 destruction of the loathsome undead. Indeed, it was ago that
I commenced with the wreaking of my 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 from me! Fanatic? Mayhap. But by all the of
vengeance, leave a fearsome legacy 'ere I die... a legacy wrought in
bloodshed and screaming terror!

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

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

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

And as I put brand to her pyre, I swore then to my gods that vile
creatures who tore the life and hope from my breast and replaced it
with that unspeakable ravening would repay a hundredfold in
and bloodshed for their misdeed... I would hunt them to their
worm-ridden tombs, wherever they crept or slithered upon the earth, and
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 as the newly 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 will be cold steel!
I hear the of scales on silk,
Fiend's Bane with undead slaughter!

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

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