🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Lux Triumphans - Rhapsody

 "At the court of king Chaos only 
  write its own tragedy..."
 
 Mighty  from the silver hills
  all led by golden winds
  and trolls from holy mystic woods
 run through the  snow
 
  now coming from the middle lands
  proud his magic sword
 Glory, pride and honor ride with 
 Burns  flame of north
 
 They  all meet in the Kazar ruins
  so far from Ancelot
 In the temple  the fallen one
 their hope will be 
 
 Born  the ashes of ancient glory... Born!
 
  all hail the mighty chosen one
  the skies with their cry
  are ready to reach Ancelot
 Arwald's calling 
 
 "Glory ride with  Lux Triumphans!
 Magic and steelgods lead  to a new dawn..."