Luyện nghe bài hát Dreamer in the Catacombs of Ur

[Doctor Ignatius
It was like some dark, dark dream. We had not
the warnings of the ancients, and now we would pay the price... here,
the of Ur.
within the lightless catacombs of Ur... Entombed within the ziggurats!
[The of the Ancient Lore of Ur:]
Trapped forever in the of Ur...
screams are heard in Babylon!
[Doctor Ignatius
etched into the cuneiform tablets of Ur...
Entombed the ziggurats!
[The Keeper of the Ancient of Ur:]
Behold the Cthonic deities of Ur...
Your are heard in Babylon!
Ignatius Stone:]
Here, beneath the shifting sands, I sought
enlightenment... but only damnation!
[The Chief of Ur:]
You have defiled the sanctity of this place!
[The Keeper of the Ancient 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, shall the dreamer in the catacombs of Ur awaken!
(when His darksome splendorous glory eclipses it) burns the sun,
Enthrone (the eternally) one, Usurper of the skies.
in (that black, shunned tome of ) forbidden lore,
Destined to rule (this telluric sphere and the myriad stars beyond) more,
The Dreamer arise!
Now, let the Gate yawn wide and the horrors of the Abyss the earth, for
the in the catacombs is risen!
How many of my colleague's rants were 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 the celebrated map of Admiral Piri Reis, which quite
astoundingly depicts the continent of Antarctica in a wholly free
of the ice which has it ceaselessly since time immemorial, to be of
far wider and more implications to humanity than the proud echelons
of the scientific community will ever dare admit. I believe that the
ice-veiled surface of southernmost continent lie the remnants of time-lost
civilisations were ancient even before fabled Atlantis sank beneath
the waves. Indeed, translation of the sigils engraved into the
antediluvian artefact has imbued my oft derided theory an unmistakable
aura of veracity. Piecing together the fragmentary records evidenced in
incredible relic, whilst simultaneously cross referencing the resultant
with information from other sources on the same theoretical subject,
I been able to extrapolate a meaning from the arcane carvings which
all but my most fevered imaginings. What mighty cyclopean structures
once towered skyward where now only the wind-whipped ice-wastes
endure? What splendid peoples once throve now only the hardiest and most
resistant forms of life subsist? This ancient and wondrous testament is
an elucidatory blessing to idealistic questors as I, who are forever
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