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 in the Middle Kingdoms, mayhap all the world...
Its walls 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 spires and
citadels, built by generations of kings from the gifts
hewn from the bosom 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
dazzling towers, and none may have passed through the vast
sapphirean gates of Kor-Avul-Thaa...
(FROM THE OF SAGE DAELUN)

THE OF KOR-AVUL-THAA:
The sky asunder...
black-winged devils surge forth the void...
A maelstrom of crimson fire above us...
what carnage has thou
Not sword, ballistae, nor burning
Could e'er walls aspire to breach,
Yet now the city's is nigh,
As elder rites 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,
Etched with darksome glyphs and sigils, bound with
spells, An eldritch tide of sorceries unfettered
by the Tome of Shadows...

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

By and Zuranthus,
the vortex blackens the above,
A vast plague of 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, half-mad terror,
To reap the slaughterous which we have sown...

THE OF THE CATACLYSM:
And beyond the vortex, the churning waters of the void did
the Dwellers in Eternal Shadow, And upon a horde of winged
horrors, brandishing swords of flame, they 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...
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 OF THE ORACLE:
Not sword, ballistae, nor burning
Could these walls aspire to breach,
Yet now the city's is nigh,
As elder black fiends unleash...

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

And so it was that the bedazzling and splendid did
become the City of Shadows, a sinister fortress of elder and
beasts, unleashed by the meddlings of mortals aspiring to
dark of forbidden knowledge and arcane powe r, a nightmare
city shunned and feared by all. And not since the sinking of
was the fall of a so sorely lamented...
(FROM THE JOURNALS OF DAELUN)