Luyện nghe bài hát Dreamer in the Catacombs of Ur

[Doctor Ignatius
It was like dark, dark dream. We had not heeded
the warnings of the ancients, and now we would pay the price... here,
the of Ur.
Lost within the lightless catacombs of Ur... within the ziggurats!
Keeper of the Ancient Lore of Ur:]
Trapped in the catacombs of Ur...
screams are heard in Babylon!
[Doctor Stone:]
Warnings etched into the cuneiform of Ur...
within the ziggurats!
[The Keeper of the Ancient Lore of
Behold the great Cthonic of Ur...
Your are heard in Babylon!
[Doctor Ignatius
Here, beneath the eternally sands, I sought
enlightenment... but only damnation!
[The Chief of Ur:]
You have defiled the sanctity of sacred place!
[The of the Ancient Lore of Ur:]
Ancient before the Fifth Cataclysm,
between the two rivers in Ur the Dreamer waits! And the seal of the
seventh city is broken, then the dreamer in the catacombs of Ur awaken!
Forsaken (when His darksome splendorous eclipses it) burns the sun,
Enthrone (the eternally) benighted one, of the skies.
Named in (that black, shunned tome of ) lore,
Destined to rule (this telluric sphere and the stars beyond) once more,
The shall arise!
Now, let the Gate yawn wide and the horrors of the engulf the earth, for
the in the catacombs is risen!
How of my colleague's rants were merely the result of his psychosis and
how many were actually born of fact, I cannot discern... nor in do I
to.
[20 October,
I have long felt the celebrated map of Admiral Piri Reis, quite
astoundingly depicts the continent of Antarctica in a state wholly
of the ice which has it ceaselessly since time immemorial, to be of
far wider and resonant implications to humanity than the proud echelons
of the scientific community will ever dare admit. I that beneath the
ice-veiled surface of that southernmost continent lie the remnants of
civilisations which were ancient even before fabled sank beneath
the waves. Indeed, further translation of the sigils engraved the
antediluvian artefact has imbued my oft derided theory an unmistakable
aura of veracity. Piecing together the fragmentary records in this
incredible relic, whilst simultaneously cross the resultant lore
with information gleaned from other sources on the theoretical subject,
I have been able to a meaning from the arcane carvings which
transcends all but my most fevered imaginings. What mighty structures
once towered skyward where now only the desolate wind-whipped
endure? What splendid once throve where now only the hardiest and most
resistant forms of life subsist? ancient and wondrous testament is truly
an elucidatory blessing to such idealistic questors as I, who are
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