Luyện nghe bài hát Dreamer in the Catacombs of Ur

[Doctor Stone:]
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 the lightless catacombs of Ur... Entombed within the ziggurats!
[The Keeper of the Ancient of Ur:]
forever in the catacombs of Ur...
your are heard in Babylon!
[Doctor Ignatius
Warnings etched into the cuneiform of Ur...
Entombed the ziggurats!
[The of the Ancient Lore of Ur:]
the great Cthonic deities of Ur...
Your are heard in Babylon!
Ignatius Stone:]
Here, beneath the shifting sands, I sought
enlightenment... but only damnation!
[The Cultist of Ur:]
You have defiled the of this sacred place!
[The Keeper of the Lore of Ur:]
Ancient the Fifth Cataclysm, here
the two rivers in Ur the Dreamer waits! And when the seal of the
seventh city is broken, then shall the dreamer in the 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 shall arise!
Now, let the Gate wide and the horrors of the Abyss engulf the earth, for
the Dreamer in the is risen!
How of my colleague's rants were merely the result of his psychosis and
how many were born of fact, I cannot discern... nor in truth do I
to.
[20 October,
I have long felt the celebrated map of Admiral Piri Reis, quite
astoundingly depicts the continent of in a state wholly free
of the ice which has bound it since time immemorial, to be of
far wider and more resonant implications to humanity than the echelons
of the scientific community ever dare admit. I believe that beneath the
ice-veiled of that southernmost continent lie the remnants of time-lost
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 with an unmistakable
aura of veracity. together the fragmentary records evidenced in this
incredible relic, whilst simultaneously cross the resultant lore
with information gleaned from sources on the same theoretical subject,
I have been able to extrapolate a meaning the arcane carvings which
transcends all but my most fevered imaginings. What cyclopean structures
once towered skyward where now the desolate wind-whipped ice-wastes
What splendid peoples once throve where now only the hardiest and most
resistant forms of life subsist? This ancient and testament is truly
an blessing to such idealistic questors as I, who are forever
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