🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Lux Triumphans - Rhapsody

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