Luyện nghe bài hát As The Vortex Illumines The Crystalline Walls Of Kor-avul-thaa

Kor-Avul-Thaa... finest jewel in a crown of a of sublime
glory, greatest in the Middle Kingdoms, mayhap all the world...
Its splendid of shimmering crystal could be seen from a hundred
leagues distant, kissed by the rays of the sun, or caressed by
the ethereal fingers of a midnight moon. Its magnificent and
citadels, built by of kings from the resplendent gifts
hewn from the ancient bosom of the sacred Mountains, had oft'
times been the bitter envy of emperors, and many were the sieges
wich Kor-Avul-Thaa had withstood and repulsed the centuries, for
powerful did weave great spells of protection about the
dazzling towers, and none may have passed through the vast
sapphirean of mighty Kor-Avul-Thaa...
(FROM THE OF SAGE DAELUN)

THE ORACLE OF
The sky asunder...
black-winged surge forth from the void...
A maelstrom of crimson burns above us...
what has thou wrought?
Not sword, ballistae, nor brand
Could these walls aspire to breach,
Yet now the fall is nigh,
As elder rites fiends unleash.

HIGH LORD OF THE OF DARK ELUCIDATION
(KEEPERS OF BOOKS OF THE FIRST CATACLYSM):
By Klatrymadon and Zuranthus, ancient secrets
we within these sinistrous, worm-worn pages,
Etched with darksome glyphs and sigils, with fearsome
spells, An eldritch of stygian sorceries unfettered
by the Tome of Shadows...

Now thunderous cataclysm befalls the gleaming
(The mystic gate open!)
The Xytaxehedron to the stars...
the uttered with eager tongues...
(What long-shackled powers of the dark
our conjurings loosed?)

By and Zuranthus,
the vortex the stars above,
A plague of amorphous horrors
descends to with fang and talon,
(As with torrents of the crystalline walls run red?)
And in the glooming chambers of our sanctum,
we wait, half-mad terror,
To reap the slaughterous which we have sown...

THE CHRONICLER OF THE
And beyond the vortex, the black waters of the void did
disgorge the in Eternal Shadow, And upon a horde of winged
horrors, brandishing swords of ebon flame, rode out from the
Gate... And a terrible silence fell Kor-Avul-Thaa...

THE ECHOES OF THE
The sky asunder,
black winged devils forth from the void...
A maelstrom of crimson fire above us...
carnage has thou wrought?

THE CHRONICLER OF THE
???

And the darkling lords did upon Kor-Avul-Thaa
to claim splendid prize,
and enthrone themselves within the walls...

THE ECHOES OF THE
Not sword, ballistae, nor brand
Could these walls aspire to breach,
Yet now the fall is nigh,
As elder rites fiends unleash...

THE
By and Zuranthus,
in Kor-Avuk-Thaa, darkness eternal...
Nevermore shall the glimmer,
for now the walls gleam black...
black...

And so it was that the bedazzling and Kor-Avul-Thaa did
become the City of Shadows, a sinister fortress of fiends and
fearsome beasts, unleashed by the meddlings of mortals to
dark thresholds of forbidden knowledge and arcane powe r, a
city shunned and feared by all. And not the sinking of Atlantis
was the fall of a so sorely lamented...
(FROM THE OF SAGE DAELUN)