Luyện nghe bài hát Dreamer in the Catacombs of Ur

[Doctor Ignatius
It was like some dark, dream. We had not heeded
the of the ancients, and now we would pay the price... here, within
the of Ur.
within the lightless catacombs of Ur... Entombed within the ziggurats!
[The Keeper of the Ancient of Ur:]
Trapped in the catacombs of Ur...
your are heard in Babylon!
[Doctor Stone:]
Warnings etched into the tablets of Ur...
within the ziggurats!
[The Keeper of the Ancient of Ur:]
Behold the Cthonic deities of Ur...
Your screams are in Babylon!
Ignatius Stone:]
Here, beneath the eternally sands, I sought
enlightenment... but found damnation!
[The Cultist of Ur:]
You have defiled the of this sacred place!
[The Keeper of the Ancient Lore of
Ancient the Fifth Cataclysm, here
the two rivers in Ur the Dreamer waits! And when the seal of the
seventh city is broken, then 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 and the myriad stars beyond) once more,
The Dreamer arise!
Now, let the Gate yawn wide and the horrors of the Abyss the earth, for
the Dreamer in the is risen!
How many of my colleague's rants were merely the of his psychosis and
how many were born of fact, I cannot discern... nor in truth do I
to.
[20 October,
I long felt the celebrated map of Admiral Piri Reis, which quite
astoundingly depicts the continent of Antarctica in a 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 community will ever dare admit. I believe that the
ice-veiled surface of that southernmost lie the remnants of time-lost
civilisations which 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 records in this
incredible relic, simultaneously cross referencing the resultant lore
with information gleaned from other sources on the theoretical subject,
I have able to extrapolate a meaning from the arcane carvings which
transcends all but my most imaginings. What mighty cyclopean structures
once towered skyward where now only the wind-whipped ice-wastes
endure? What splendid peoples throve where now only the hardiest and most
resistant forms of life subsist? This ancient and testament is truly
an elucidatory blessing to such questors as I, who are forever
In Search Of The Cities Of Antarctica: