🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Lux Triumphans - Rhapsody

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