🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Lux Triumphans - Rhapsody

 "At the court of king  only blood
  write its own tragedy..."
 
 Mighty warriors from the  hills
 march,  led by golden winds
 Elves and trolls from holy mystic 
 run through the last 
 
 He's now coming from  middle lands
 handling proud  magic sword
  pride and honor ride with him
  the flame of north
 
 They will all meet  the Kazar ruins
 not so far from 
 In the temple of the fallen 
  hope will be born...
 
 Born from the ashes of ancient glory... 
 
 They all hail the mighty chosen 
  the skies with their cry
 They are ready  reach Ancelot
  calling loud...
 
 "Glory ride with us! Lux 
 Magic and  lead us to a new dawn..."