🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Lux Triumphans - Rhapsody

 "At the court of  Chaos only blood
 can  its own tragedy..."
 
 Mighty warriors from  silver hills
 march, all led by  winds
 Elves  trolls from holy mystic woods
  through the last snow
 
  now coming from the middle lands
 handling proud his  sword
 Glory,  and honor ride with him
 Burns the  of north
 
 They will  meet in the Kazar ruins
 not so far  Ancelot
 In the temple of the  one
 their hope will be 
 
  from the ashes of ancient glory... Born!
 
 They all hail  mighty chosen one
 reaching  skies with their cry
 They are ready to  Ancelot
  calling loud...
 
 "Glory  with us! Lux Triumphans!
 Magic and steelgods lead us to a  dawn..."