Bal Sagoth - The Dark Liege of Chaos is Unleashed at the Ensorcelled Shrine of A'zura-Kai (The Splendour of a Thousand Swords Gl текст песни

Altarus: You must learn to control your spirit-form, Xerxes… for by mastering
the art of traversing the mists you may effortlessly travel to many places,
and many times. Countless secrets will be unlocked for you, and great
enlightenment shall be yours
Xerxes: Yes, master… and yet, there is one realm which intrigues me above all
others, one era which occupies my thoughts unceasingly… What of the clash
between the Royal Army of Hyperborea and the Wraiths of the Chaos-Liege?
Altarus: Ah, yes… command the mists, Xerxes… gaze into their limitless
depths… compel them to show you that martial vista which you so fervently
seek
Xerxes: Yes… I see the massing forces, the battle is imminent!
How splendid the Imperial Army looks as it fronts the foe… into the fray
they ride!
Chapter 4: The Bloodying of the King
(The Armies of the Hyperborean Empire steadfastly engage the Horde of Wraiths)
The King: Imperial Cavalry… advance! RIDE THEM DOWN! In to the fray!
Demonstrate unforgettably the art of Hyperborean war-craft! Spear-men,
form into Omega Phalanx. Archers, notch arrows, prepare to loose.
Warriors, stand ready… Sound the clarion!
Hearken, sons of the glorious Empire… Here we stand upon the Field of Blood…
Though this day we may die, our legend shall live forever
Altarus: And the armies met upon the Field of Blood which stretched lifeless
before the aeon-veiled citadel which men called the Shrine of A’zura-Kai,
a mysterious and foreboding place steeped in ireful omens and legendary dread.
. Aye, the carnage of that first clash was phenomenal. The Hyperborean Cavalry
tore gloriously into the foremost rank of the shadow-warriors, the enchantment
of the Crystal of Mera rendering the squamous pseudo-flesh of the wraiths fully
vulnerable to the steel of the royal legions. The king himself rode at the
forefront of the onslaught, his ensorcelled ebon blade hewing ten to the left
and cleaving ten to the right, his grim eyes gleaming beneath his shimmering
horned and plumed helm. The momentum of that first charge threw the dark ones
into shrieking disarray, and the vanguard of Chaos fell back before the
thundering resolve of the Imperial attack. But the baleful, poisoned blades of
the wraiths took their toll upon the Hyperborean horsemen. Raught by leprous
swords and spears, men and mounts fell screaming to the dusty earth,
where they were mercilessly rent and devoured by the slavering jaws of the
Chaos-Liege's minions. Aye, glorious was the courage of the royal warriors,
admirable was their mettle… for every Imperial Knight felled by the dark
ones, five wraiths met their deaths beneath the slaughter-fall of royal steel.
And yet it was not enough. Like a slithering tide, the shadows engulfed the
cavalry, and the bloodied king ordered the Hyperboreans to ride clear and
regroup. Then, with volleys of shafts as their herald, and the Battle-Prayer of
Hyperborea upon their lips, the Imperial Guard marched into the ravening
embrace of the melee, and never in the grim and sanguineous history of battle
was there a clash to rival the slaughterous magnitude of that awesome
engagement…
The Arch-Wraith: Minions of Chaos, rend their flesh, crush their bones,
devour their souls!
Chapter 5: Havoc at the Shrine of A’zura-Kai
The King: Onwards with our spear-heads gleaming, Meet them with cold steel
a’cleaving, Fall only when our hearts cease beating, Men of Hyperborea
Altarus: At the King’s command, the clarion was sounded to move the
battle-hardened veterans of the Seventh Fen-lander Army into a flanking
position to unite with the remnants of the Royal Cavalry. Like a purifying
storm the allied Imperial forces clove into the wraiths to deal righteous
pattern-welded death unto their nighted foe. But at that moment,
black terror descended screaming from the twilight sky… howling swarms of
winged fiends, hurled forth from the malignant bosom of Lord Angsaar,
soared razor-taloned into the fray. Besieged man-to-fiend upon the field,
and harried from above by the shrieking horrors of the Chaos-Liege,
the Hyperborean Army began to falter, and to fall. And lo, beholding the
carnage, the King raised high in his left hand the ancient Crystal of Mera,
and in his right gauntlet he brandished the Bane of Angsaar, the dread
Shadow-Sword once wielded by the Chaos-Liege's immortal nemesis…
and he spoke aloud the terror-fraught and aeon-swathed words of invocation
which he alone had been audience to deep within the shadow-haunted Mountains of
the Dead…
The King: By the darkling powers of the Shadow-Sword, I call forth the fury of
the storm to rend the massed legions of Chaos!
Altarus: And at the sound of his baleful Words of Power, the sky split wide in
fury, and searing tendrils of ruinous lightning lanced inexorably forth from
the heavens to rake and reave the massed hordes of Chaos…
Xerxes: The fearful spells he had learned from the Mountain… did their
casting win the battle for the King’s legions?
Altarus: The fiends were dealt a staggering blow by the sorcerous incantations,
the power of the spells inexplicably magnified by the enchantments of the
Crystal. The Wraiths were routed soundly by the elder magics, fleeing the field
howling their anathemas and maledictions against the King, and the winged
horrors fell seared and burning from the enraged sky. But the twisted
machinations of insidious Chaos had prepared for the King one final blow in
this dread confrontation… aye, the Chaos-Liege had reserved his most heinous
perpetration 'til the last…
Chapter 6: The Awakening of Chaos
Lord Angsaar: Fly, my winged sentinel of the night, deliver unto me the Ninth
Crystal of Power, That I may at last be free once more…
Come then, mortal! Test that cursed blade of black steel against me if you dare!
O' great king, your pitiful army shall be swept away before my wrath!
The King: 'Ere the dawn, ten thousand shall die!
For the eternal glory of Hyperborea!
Altarus: Striking from the swift darkening sky, Angsaar’s Arch-Wraith,
which had been watching the battle with gleaming inhuman eyes, leaped to the
attack and smote the King, engulfing him in its ebon wings and driving its
steel-rending talons into his golden armor. And yet it was not the life of the
Royal Scion of Hyperborea which the fiend sought to take on that fateful eve,
but rather that which the King held tight in his gauntlet-ed fist…
the Crystal of Mera. Wrenching the glimmering antediluvian jewel from its
keeper, the Arch-Wraith unfurled its leathern wings and soared into the
deepening gloom with a cacophonous cackle of victory, leaving the King to roar
his ire after the fleeing wraith
Xerxes: But what did Angsaar want of the Crystal? I know he battled his
immortal nemesis over possession of the mystic gems many aeons ago…
but what use would just one of the jewels be to him?
Altarus: After rising from his Chamber of Slumber, the Chaos-Liege's power was
direly depleted… and he was unable to venture beyond the obsidian walls of
His Citadel of Shadows, being compelled to control his wraiths and fiends to
undertake his diseased schemes on his behalf. When he ascertained that the
wizards of the Royal Court of Hyperborea held in their possession the Ninth
Jewel of the Galactic Confederation of Mera, the most powerful of all the
crystalline keys to the Psionic Epsilon Matrix, he began to formulate an
Elaborate scheme which would gain him the gem and facilitate his liberation,
sundering his fetters and allowing him free reign to spread his vile influence
across the land once more. Utilizing to its fullest extent the dark art of
sorcerous mind-control. Angsaar succeeded in placing spies and traitors within
the King’s Court, and thus set into motion a dark chain of events treacherously
crafted to bring the Armies of Hyperborea to battle at one carefully
predetermined place… the Shrine of A’zura-Kai… an ancient citadel built
over the site where, many thousands of years ago, one of the Galactic
Confederation’s galaxy-spanning star-chariots was cast forcibly to earth by the
tempestuous skies of a powerful cosmic witch-storm… a place where resultantly,
the star-born energies of the Prime Crystal would be magnified tenfold,
if wielded in unison with the correct arcane incantations which Angstaar alone
knew…
Xerxes: Then the battle, the defeat of the wraiths, all that had been merely a
ruse… a scheme implemented by the Chaos-Liege merely to realize his ultimate
ambition of the sundering of the mystic shackles?
Altarus: Aye… the Shrine would act as a portal, a gateway opened by the power
of the Crystal, a yawning aperture in the dimensional barrier through which
Angsaar could escape the incarceration of his Citadel at last. And as the
Arch-Wraith soared the night-winds on its return journey to its malign master,
the Prime Crystal clutched in its bloodied claws, the King knew as he
Watched the Shrine of A’zura-Kai begin to glow with a great and ominous
sidereal luminescence, that he had on that battle-fraught eve defeated one
dreadful menace on the Field of Blood only to unleash an infinitely more
terrifying foe… But the Chaos-Liege had reckoned without the power of the one
thing he feared the most… the one thing which had the merest glimmering hope
of thwarting his dread scheme and restoring order to glorious Hyperborea…
Xerxes: Yes, the only chance… the last hope for victory…
Altarus: The Shadow-Sword. Evident once more was the fearsome extra-dimensional
intelligence linking the sword and the gem, the same crystalline sentience
which had guided the King to the mountainous resting place of the ebon blade,
and had shielded the presence of the sorcerous immortal weapon from the dark
one until it had been brought into play upon the field of battle,
that magical link placed within the Ninth Gem by the Immortal if ever again
the power of the Shadow-Sword should be needed to bring to bear against Chaos!
And with the Arch-Wraith disappearing into the massing dark, that yard of
fearsome black steel spoke once more to the King in the same long dead tongue
it had burned upon his mind deep within the Mountains of the Dead,
the essence of the Immortal mystically encased within the blade instructing
the Scion of Hyperborea to commit himself to one final, cataclysmic deed…
a deed which would end the aspirations of the Chaos-Liege forever,
or plunge Hyperborea and the kingdoms of the world into an endless abyss of
eternal suffering and a ravening maelstrom of limitless carnage and galactic
terror…
Xerxes: What was that deed? What could stop the Chaos-Liege? I must know the
outcome of this confrontation!
Altarus: The vista begins to darken… the mists once again weave their spell
to withhold their time-lost secrets. Practice your art, Xerxes…
hone your skills, and the final outcome of this epic tale shall soon be made
known to you…

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Altarus: Ты должен научиться управлять своим духом, Ксеркс… ибо, овладев искусством преодолевать туманы, ты сможешь легко путешествовать по множеству мест и временных промежутков. Ты откроешь множество тайн и обретешь великое просветление.
Xerxes: Да, учитель… и все же есть одна область, которая привлекает меня больше, чем любая другая… одна эпоха, которая постоянно занимает мои мысли… что касается схватки между Королевской Армией Гипербореи и Призраками Хаос-Льежа?
Altarus: О, да… призови туманы, Ксеркс… загляни в их бездонные глубины… заставь их показать тебе ту кровавую картину, которую ты так страстно ищешь…
Xerxes: Да… Я вижу массированные силы, битва вот-вот начнется!
Как величественно выглядит Имперская Армия, когда она выходит на бой… в бой!
Chapter 4: Кровавое Крещение в Шринах А’зуры-Кай
The King: Имперская Кавалерия… наступай! Всколоти их на куски, разбей их до смерти! Падай только когда твои сердца перестанут биться, люди Гипербореи!
Altarus: Приказ короля, труба звучит, чтобы привести в движение ветеранов Седьмой Армии из болотников и объединиться с остатками Королевской Кавалерии. Как очищающий шторм, Имперские силы развернули свой удар по врагу, чтобы нанести смертельный удар по ночным врагам. И когда Арх-Призрак поднялся в ночное небо, неся в своих кровавых когтях Первый Кристалл, король понял, что на том кровавом вечере он победил одного страшного врага только чтобы выпустить на волю другого, еще более ужасного…
Xerxes: Но что хотел Ангсаар от Кристалла? Я знаю, что он сражался со своим бессмертным врагом за обладание этими таинственными камнями много айонов назад… но какова польза от одного из них?
Altarus: После пробуждения из своей Камеры Сна, сила Хаос-Льежа была страшно ослаблена… и он не мог выйти за пределы темных стен его Цитадели Теней, вынужденный управлять своими призраками и чудовищами на расстоянии, чтобы привести в действие свои страшные планы на благо Гипербореи… и вот, не считаясь с тем, что он боялся больше всего…
Xerxes: Да, последняя надежда… последний шанс на победу…
Altarus: Тень-Меч. Очевидно снова проявилась страшная внепространственная разумность, связывающая меч и камень, та же разумность, которая указала королю на местонахождение черного клинка в горах Мертвых и защищала присутствие оружия от темного разума, пока оно не было приведено в действие на поле боя… и когда Арх-Призрак исчез в темноте, та разумность вложила в короля последнюю, катаклизмическую задачу… задачу, которая или положит конец амбициям Хаос-Льежа навсегда, или погрузит Гиперборею и королевства мира в бездонную пропасть вечного страдания и галактического ужаса…