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

THE OF KOR-AVUL-THAA:
The sky asunder...
black-winged devils forth from the void...
A maelstrom of fire burns above us...
what carnage has thou
Not sword, ballistae, nor brand
Could these walls aspire to breach,
Yet now the city's 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, such ancient
we within these sinistrous, worm-worn pages,
Etched with darksome and sigils, bound with fearsome
spells, An eldritch tide of stygian unfettered
by the forbidden of Shadows...

Now thunderous befalls the gleaming Kor-Avul-Thaa
(The gate stands open!)
The held to the stars...
the incantation uttered with tongues...
(What powers of the elder dark
our conjurings loosed?)

By and Zuranthus,
the blackens the stars above,
A vast plague of amorphous
descends to rend with and talon,
(As torrents of blood the crystalline walls run red?)
And in the chambers of our shadowed sanctum,
we wait, half-mad terror,
To reap the slaughterous harvest which we sown...

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

THE OF THE ORACLE:
The sky asunder,
black winged surge forth from the void...
A maelstrom of crimson fire above us...
what carnage has thou

THE CHRONICLER OF THE
???

And the darkling lords did descend upon
to claim their prize,
and enthrone themselves within the 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 fiends unleash...

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

And so it was that the bedazzling and Kor-Avul-Thaa did
become the City of Shadows, a fortress of elder fiends and
beasts, unleashed by the meddlings of mortals aspiring to
dark thresholds of forbidden and arcane powe r, a nightmare
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)