Luyện nghe bài hát Dreamer in the Catacombs of Ur

[Doctor Stone:]
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.
Lost within the lightless of Ur... Entombed within the ziggurats!
Keeper of the Ancient Lore of Ur:]
Trapped forever in the of Ur...
your are heard in Babylon!
[Doctor Stone:]
Warnings into the cuneiform tablets of Ur...
Entombed the ziggurats!
[The of the Ancient Lore of Ur:]
Behold the great Cthonic 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 the sanctity of this sacred place!
[The of the Ancient Lore of Ur:]
Ancient the Fifth Cataclysm, here
between the two rivers in Ur the 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 eclipses it) the sun,
Enthrone (the eternally) one, Usurper of the skies.
in (that black, shunned tome of ) forbidden lore,
Destined to rule (this telluric sphere and the myriad beyond) once more,
The shall 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 merely the result of his psychosis 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 Piri Reis, which quite
astoundingly depicts the continent of Antarctica in a state wholly
of the ice which has bound it since time immemorial, to be of
far wider and more resonant implications to humanity than the proud
of the community will ever dare admit. I believe that beneath the
ice-veiled surface of that southernmost continent lie the of time-lost
civilisations which were ancient even before fabled Atlantis beneath
the waves. Indeed, further of the sigils engraved into the
antediluvian artefact has imbued my oft derided theory with an
of veracity. Piecing together 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 have been able to extrapolate a meaning from the arcane which
transcends all but my most fevered imaginings. What mighty cyclopean
towered skyward where now only the desolate wind-whipped ice-wastes
endure? What splendid peoples once throve now only the hardiest and most
resistant of life subsist? This ancient and wondrous testament is truly
an elucidatory to such idealistic questors as I, who are forever
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