Luyện nghe bài hát Dreamer in the Catacombs of Ur

[Doctor Ignatius
It was some dark, dark dream. We had not heeded
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 in the catacombs of Ur...
screams are heard in Babylon!
[Doctor Ignatius
Warnings into the cuneiform tablets of Ur...
within the ziggurats!
[The of the Ancient Lore of Ur:]
the great Cthonic deities of Ur...
Your are heard in Babylon!
[Doctor Stone:]
Here, beneath the shifting sands, I sought
enlightenment... but only damnation!
[The Chief Cultist of
You have the sanctity of this sacred place!
[The Keeper of the Ancient of Ur:]
Ancient before the Fifth Cataclysm,
between the two in Ur the Dreamer waits! And when the seal of the
seventh is broken, then shall the dreamer in the catacombs of Ur awaken!
Forsaken (when His darksome splendorous glory it) burns the sun,
Enthrone (the eternally) benighted one, of the skies.
Named in (that black, tome of ) forbidden lore,
Destined to rule (this telluric sphere and the stars beyond) once more,
The shall arise!
Now, let the yawn wide and the horrors of the Abyss engulf the earth, for
the Dreamer in the is risen!
How many of my colleague's were merely the result of his psychosis and
how many actually 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 has bound 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 admit. I believe that beneath the
ice-veiled of that southernmost continent lie the remnants of time-lost
which were ancient even before fabled Atlantis sank beneath
the waves. Indeed, further translation of the sigils engraved the
antediluvian has imbued my oft derided theory with an unmistakable
aura of veracity. Piecing together the fragmentary evidenced in this
incredible relic, whilst simultaneously cross referencing the lore
with information gleaned from other on the same theoretical subject,
I been able to extrapolate a meaning from the arcane carvings which
transcends all but my most imaginings. What mighty cyclopean structures
towered skyward where now only the desolate wind-whipped ice-wastes
endure? What splendid peoples once throve where now only the hardiest and
resistant forms of life subsist? This ancient and wondrous is truly
an elucidatory blessing to such idealistic questors as I, who are
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