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 of the Ancient Lore of Ur:]
forever in the catacombs of Ur...
your are heard in Babylon!
[Doctor Ignatius
Warnings etched into the cuneiform of Ur...
within the ziggurats!
[The Keeper of the Lore of Ur:]
Behold the great Cthonic of Ur...
Your are heard in Babylon!
[Doctor Stone:]
Here, beneath the shifting sands, I sought
enlightenment... but only damnation!
[The Cultist of Ur:]
You have defiled the sanctity of this place!
[The Keeper of the Ancient Lore of
Ancient before the Cataclysm, here
the two rivers in Ur the Dreamer waits! And when the seal of the
seventh city is broken, then shall the in the catacombs of Ur awaken!
(when His darksome splendorous glory eclipses it) burns the sun,
Enthrone (the eternally) one, Usurper of the skies.
Named in (that black, tome of ) forbidden lore,
Destined to (this telluric sphere and the myriad stars beyond) once more,
The Dreamer arise!
Now, let the Gate yawn wide and the of the Abyss engulf the earth, for
the in the catacombs is risen!
How many of my colleague's were merely the result of his psychosis and
how many were actually born of fact, I discern... nor in truth do I
to.
[20 October,
I long felt the celebrated map of Admiral Piri Reis, which quite
depicts the continent of Antarctica in a state wholly free
of the ice has bound it ceaselessly since time immemorial, to be of
far wider and more resonant implications to than the proud echelons
of the scientific community will ever dare admit. I that beneath the
surface of that southernmost continent lie the remnants of time-lost
civilisations which were even before fabled Atlantis sank beneath
the waves. Indeed, further translation of the engraved into the
antediluvian artefact has imbued my oft derided theory with an
of veracity. Piecing together the fragmentary records evidenced in this
incredible relic, simultaneously cross referencing the resultant lore
with information gleaned from other sources on the theoretical subject,
I have been 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
What splendid peoples once throve where now only the hardiest and most
resistant forms of subsist? This ancient and wondrous testament is truly
an elucidatory blessing to idealistic questors as I, who are forever
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