🎵 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  by golden winds
 Elves and  from holy mystic woods
 run through the  snow
 
 He's now  from the middle lands
 handling proud  magic sword
 Glory,  and honor ride with him
 Burns  flame of north
 
 They will all  in the Kazar ruins
 not so  from Ancelot
 In the temple of  fallen one
 their  will be born...
 
 Born from the ashes  ancient glory... Born!
 
 They all hail  mighty chosen one
 reaching the  with their cry
 They are ready  reach Ancelot
  calling loud...
 
 "Glory ride with us! Lux 
 Magic and steelgods  us to a new dawn..."