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

Kor-Avul-Thaa... finest jewel in a of a realm of sublime
glory, city in the Middle Kingdoms, mayhap all the world...
Its splendid walls of shimmering crystal could be seen a hundred
leagues distant, kissed by the rays of the sun, or caressed by
the ethereal of a midnight moon. Its magnificent spires and
citadels, built by generations of kings from the resplendent
from the ancient bosom of the sacred Crystal Mountains, had oft'
times been the bitter envy of rival emperors, and were the sieges
wich had withstood and repulsed over the centuries, for
powerful sorcerers did weave great spells of about the
dazzling towers, and may have passed unbidden through the vast
sapphirean gates of Kor-Avul-Thaa...
(FROM THE JOURNALS OF DAELUN)

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

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

Now thunderous cataclysm befalls the gleaming
(The gate stands open!)
The held to the stars...
the incantation with eager tongues...
(What long-shackled powers of the dark
have our loosed?)

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

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

THE ECHOES OF THE
The sky asunder,
black devils surge forth from the void...
A of crimson fire burns above us...
what carnage has thou

THE OF THE CATACLYSM:
???

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

THE OF THE ORACLE:
Not sword, ballistae, nor brand
Could these walls aspire to breach,
Yet now the city's is nigh,
As rites black fiends unleash...

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

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