🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Lux Triumphans - Rhapsody

 "At the court  king Chaos only blood
 can  its own tragedy..."
 
 Mighty warriors from the  hills
 march, all  by golden winds
 Elves  trolls from holy mystic woods
 run through  last snow
 
 He's now coming from the  lands
 handling  his magic sword
 Glory, pride  honor ride with him
 Burns the flame of 
 
 They will all meet in the Kazar 
 not so  from Ancelot
 In the temple of  fallen one
 their hope will  born...
 
 Born from the ashes of  glory... Born!
 
  all hail the mighty chosen one
  the skies with their cry
 They are ready to reach 
 Arwald's calling 
 
 "Glory  with us! Lux Triumphans!
 Magic and steelgods lead us to a new