🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Lux Triumphans - Rhapsody

 "At the court of  Chaos only blood
 can write  own tragedy..."
 
 Mighty warriors from  silver hills
 march, all led  golden winds
 Elves and trolls from  mystic woods
 run through the last 
 
 He's now coming from the middle 
 handling proud his  sword
 Glory,  and honor ride with him
 Burns the flame  north
 
 They will all meet in the Kazar 
 not so  from Ancelot
 In the temple  the fallen one
 their hope will  born...
 
 Born from the  of ancient glory... Born!
 
 They  hail the mighty chosen one
 reaching  skies with their cry
 They are ready to  Ancelot
 Arwald's calling 
 
 "Glory ride  us! Lux Triumphans!
 Magic and steelgods lead us to a  dawn..."