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 Keeper of the Lore of Ur:]
Trapped forever in the of Ur...
your screams are in Babylon!
Ignatius Stone:]
Warnings into the cuneiform tablets of Ur...
within the ziggurats!
[The Keeper of the Ancient of Ur:]
Behold the great Cthonic 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 defiled the sanctity of this sacred place!
[The of the Ancient Lore of Ur:]
Ancient before the Fifth Cataclysm,
between the two rivers in Ur the waits! And when the seal of the
seventh city is broken, then shall the in the catacombs of Ur awaken!
Forsaken (when His splendorous glory eclipses it) burns the sun,
Enthrone (the eternally) one, Usurper of the skies.
Named in (that black, shunned of ) forbidden lore,
Destined to rule (this telluric sphere and the stars beyond) once more,
The Dreamer arise!
Now, let the yawn wide and the horrors of the Abyss engulf the earth, for
the in the catacombs is risen!
How many of my colleague's rants were merely the of his psychosis and
how many were actually born of fact, I discern... nor in truth do I
to.
[20 October,
I have felt the celebrated map of Admiral Piri Reis, which quite
astoundingly depicts the 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 humanity than the proud
of the scientific community will ever admit. I believe that beneath the
ice-veiled surface of that southernmost continent lie the of time-lost
civilisations which were ancient even before Atlantis sank beneath
the waves. Indeed, further of the sigils engraved into the
antediluvian artefact has imbued my oft derided with an unmistakable
aura of veracity. Piecing the fragmentary records evidenced in this
incredible relic, whilst simultaneously referencing the resultant 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
once skyward where now only the desolate wind-whipped ice-wastes
endure? What splendid peoples 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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