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

Kor-Avul-Thaa... jewel in a crown of a realm of sublime
glory, city in the Middle Kingdoms, mayhap all the world...
Its splendid of shimmering crystal could be seen from a hundred
leagues distant, kissed by the golden 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 of the sacred Crystal 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
towers, and none may have passed unbidden through the vast
sapphirean of mighty Kor-Avul-Thaa...
(FROM THE JOURNALS OF DAELUN)

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

HIGH LORD OF THE BROTHERHOOD OF ELUCIDATION
(KEEPERS OF FORBIDDEN BOOKS OF THE CATACLYSM):
By and Zuranthus, such ancient secrets
we discovered within these sinistrous, pages,
Etched darksome glyphs and sigils, bound with fearsome
spells, An eldritch tide of sorceries unfettered
by the forbidden of Shadows...

Now thunderous cataclysm the gleaming Kor-Avul-Thaa
(The gate stands open!)
The Xytaxehedron to the stars...
the incantation uttered eager tongues...
(What long-shackled powers of the dark
have our loosed?)

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

THE OF THE CATACLYSM:
And beyond the vortex, the churning black waters of the did
the Dwellers in Eternal Shadow, And upon a horde of winged
horrors, brandishing swords of ebon flame, they rode out the
Gate... And a terrible silence upon Kor-Avul-Thaa...

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

THE CHRONICLER OF THE
???

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

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

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

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