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 city in the Kingdoms, mayhap all the world...
Its splendid walls of shimmering crystal could be from a hundred
distant, kissed by the golden rays of the sun, or caressed by
the ethereal fingers of a midnight moon. Its magnificent and
citadels, built by generations of kings from the gifts
from the ancient bosom of the sacred Crystal Mountains, had oft'
times been the envy of rival emperors, and many were the sieges
Kor-Avul-Thaa had withstood and repulsed over the centuries, for
powerful sorcerers did weave great of protection about the
dazzling towers, and none may have passed through the vast
gates of mighty Kor-Avul-Thaa...
(FROM THE OF SAGE DAELUN)

THE OF KOR-AVUL-THAA:
The sky asunder...
devils surge forth from the void...
A maelstrom of crimson fire above us...
carnage has thou wrought?
Not sword, ballistae, nor brand
e'er these walls aspire to breach,
Yet now the city's is nigh,
As rites black fiends unleash.

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

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

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

THE OF THE CATACLYSM:
And beyond the vortex, the churning waters of the void did
disgorge the Dwellers in Shadow, And upon a horde of winged
horrors, brandishing swords of flame, they rode out from the
Gate... And a silence fell 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...
carnage has thou wrought?

THE CHRONICLER OF THE
???

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

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

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

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