Luyện nghe bài hát Dreamer in the Catacombs of Ur

[Doctor Ignatius
It was some dark, dark dream. We had not heeded
the of the ancients, and now we would pay the price... here, within
the of Ur.
Lost within the catacombs of Ur... Entombed within the ziggurats!
[The Keeper of the Ancient Lore of
Trapped forever in the of Ur...
screams are heard in Babylon!
[Doctor Stone:]
etched into the cuneiform tablets of Ur...
Entombed 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 shifting sands, I sought
enlightenment... but only damnation!
Chief Cultist of Ur:]
You have defiled the of this sacred place!
[The Keeper of the Ancient of Ur:]
Ancient the Fifth Cataclysm, here
between the two rivers in Ur the Dreamer waits! And the seal of the
seventh city is broken, then shall the dreamer in the of Ur awaken!
Forsaken (when His splendorous glory eclipses 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 myriad beyond) once more,
The Dreamer arise!
Now, let the Gate yawn wide and the of the Abyss engulf the earth, for
the Dreamer in the is risen!
How many of my rants 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 Piri Reis, which quite
astoundingly depicts the continent of in a state wholly free
of the ice which has bound it ceaselessly time immemorial, to be of
far wider and more resonant implications to humanity than the echelons
of the scientific will ever dare admit. I believe that beneath the
ice-veiled surface of that continent lie the remnants of time-lost
civilisations were ancient even before fabled Atlantis sank beneath
the waves. Indeed, further translation of the sigils into the
antediluvian artefact has my oft derided theory with an unmistakable
aura of veracity. Piecing together the fragmentary evidenced in this
incredible relic, whilst simultaneously cross the resultant lore
with information from other sources on the same theoretical subject,
I been able to extrapolate a meaning from the arcane carvings which
transcends all but my most fevered imaginings. What mighty cyclopean
once towered skyward where now only the desolate ice-wastes
endure? What splendid peoples once throve where now only the and most
forms of life subsist? This ancient and wondrous testament is truly
an elucidatory blessing to such questors as I, who are forever
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