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

Kor-Avul-Thaa... finest in a crown of a realm of sublime
glory, greatest city in the Kingdoms, mayhap all the world...
Its splendid walls of shimmering could be seen from a hundred
leagues distant, by the golden rays of the sun, or caressed by
the ethereal fingers of a moon. Its magnificent spires and
citadels, built by of kings from the resplendent gifts
from the ancient bosom of the sacred Crystal Mountains, had oft'
times been the bitter envy of rival emperors, and many the sieges
Kor-Avul-Thaa had withstood and repulsed over the centuries, for
powerful sorcerers did weave great 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...
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 rites fiends unleash.

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

Now cataclysm befalls the gleaming Kor-Avul-Thaa
(The mystic stands open!)
The held to the stars...
the incantation uttered eager tongues...
(What long-shackled of the elder dark
have our loosed?)

By and Zuranthus,
the vortex the stars above,
A vast of amorphous horrors
descends to with fang and talon,
(As with 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 we have sown...

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

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

THE OF THE CATACLYSM:
???

And the darkling lords did descend Kor-Avul-Thaa
to their splendid prize,
and themselves within the glittering walls...

THE OF THE ORACLE:
Not sword, ballistae, nor burning
Could e'er these walls to breach,
Yet now the fall is nigh,
As elder black 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 the bedazzling and splendid Kor-Avul-Thaa did
become the of Shadows, a sinister fortress of elder fiends and
beasts, unleashed by the meddlings of mortals aspiring to
dark thresholds of forbidden knowledge and arcane powe r, a
city shunned and feared by all. And not since the of Atlantis
was the of a realm so sorely lamented...
(FROM THE OF SAGE DAELUN)