Luyện nghe bài hát Prelusion To Cythraul

"Any who alone, long only for mercy,
the of truth is among your traits of bloodlust and vein.
You have not, in all this time, to the lowland
of your ancestors. Your feet a hoof-beaten,
dirt track down the of a small, grass-covered knoll.
It is near the round hillfort that cavaliers call the dun.
The ways of the arcane are more hillfort that words can tell.
You are in complete isolation from mortal exibition, as others will be,
in due time. day at dawn, you speak to yourself and give your
thoughts utterance. For there are none surviving now,
to you would freely speak with, so impart your heart's desire."

"You, the oppressor, will need to learn to your mind,
to wait for the time to speak. Nevertheless, you shall be executed
from the creed, under the of the blade, then the number.
In an instant, the feeble and the foreigners lie from here.
In an instant, a magician, shadowlord, and raised their powers
above your head. You are from your kin, by far distance,
of and Tide. You will remember your comrades well,
as they your memory with an immortal essence of everlastingness.
And though you will only see shades of what was,
you will hear their and music forever."

"As golden escapes from the bleeding skies, winsome peat
smoke scents a chilled breeze that enfolds the settlement,
gathering sounds, and lifts the brave into the night. You recall
the winter zephyr, as were the winds that passed eternity."

The Emperor continued to deep and harshly. His lungs sounded
a death rattle, as they were quickly with blood and various fluids,
Before his death and dissolution, the sluggishly uttered,
"I have granted intelligence the crown unto thee.
If you him well....."

Here and now, we shall take you The Third Storm Of Cythraul.
only just begun...

-Sir Proscriptor