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.
Lost within the catacombs of Ur... Entombed within the ziggurats!
Keeper of the Ancient Lore of Ur:]
Trapped forever in the of Ur...
screams are heard in Babylon!
[Doctor Stone:]
Warnings into the cuneiform tablets of Ur...
within the ziggurats!
[The Keeper of the Ancient of Ur:]
Behold the great deities of Ur...
Your screams are in Babylon!
Ignatius Stone:]
Here, the eternally shifting sands, I sought
enlightenment... but only damnation!
[The Cultist of Ur:]
You defiled the sanctity of this sacred place!
[The of the Ancient Lore of Ur:]
Ancient the Fifth Cataclysm, here
between the two in Ur the Dreamer waits! And when the seal of the
seventh city is broken, shall the dreamer in the catacombs of Ur awaken!
Forsaken (when His darksome glory eclipses it) burns the sun,
Enthrone (the eternally) benighted one, of the skies.
Named in (that black, shunned tome of ) 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 rants were merely the result of his and
how many were 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, which
astoundingly the continent of Antarctica in a state wholly free
of the ice which has bound it ceaselessly since immemorial, to be of
far wider and more resonant implications to humanity than the proud
of the scientific community will ever dare admit. I believe that the
ice-veiled surface of that continent lie the remnants of time-lost
civilisations which were ancient even fabled Atlantis sank beneath
the waves. Indeed, further of the sigils engraved into the
antediluvian artefact has imbued my oft derided theory an unmistakable
aura of veracity. Piecing together the fragmentary records in this
relic, whilst simultaneously cross referencing the resultant lore
with information gleaned from sources on the same theoretical subject,
I have been able to extrapolate a meaning from the arcane which
transcends all but my most fevered imaginings. What mighty cyclopean
once towered skyward where now only the wind-whipped ice-wastes
endure? What splendid peoples once throve now only the hardiest and most
resistant forms of life subsist? ancient and wondrous testament is truly
an elucidatory to such idealistic questors as I, who are forever
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