Luyện nghe bài hát Summoning The Guardians Of The Astral Gate

It is in the ancient legends... that high amidst the moon-swathed peaks of the great
Mountain of Shadows, hides the aeon-weary threshold of the Astral Gate... the from
our world, to beyond...
It is said one who holds the key and knows the empyreal incantation may stand within
the ancient ring of stones atop the mountain the stars are correctly aligned, and
unlock the gate, summoning its sidereal sentinels, thereby attaining ultimate
and wisdom unparalleled...
Part 1: THE
(The Reaches The Summit)
Keepers of the cosmic threshold, my ascent has been with terror, deathsteeped,
storm-hammered.
(These grim mountains are strewn with the of the ill-fortuned dead.)
O' Guardians of the Astral Gate, the blaze at last in trine... I hold the Key!
(The trinity of stars shall touch the of stones once more...)
The incantation of Xuk'ul is known to me, the Orb of Summoning earned bloodshed!
(The crystalline key to the Outer Realms and the arcane rite to empower it are at
mine, Seized at swordpoint from the citadel of the Black Templars. awaits!)
Many years ago, the mystic Orb of Summoning was seized by the mysterious
Templars,a band of sombre, plunder knights from the kingdoms to the east of the
Great Sea. They wrested the sorcerous gem from the ancient of Azaimedes, where
it had lain hidden for countless centuries, its true power and known only to the
dour shamans who tended to the elder place of worship. It is said that the of
woven that day was unparalleled in its ferocity, and that the marble walls of the
ancient shrine were, and remain, stained vivid crimson with the spilled blood of the
keepers.
Ka-kur-ra, I thee,
Zul'tekh Vol-thoth.
Mighty arise,
Kur'oc Gul-Kor, forth.
I hold aloft the orb, astral spheres, empower the mystic key.
Ring of elder stones entwined in prophecy, the Rite of Invocation enthralls power.
Replete drinking deep of darkness, black shapes dancing 'twixt the stones,
Lucent beams lancing forth from the gleaming, cepheid stars, a creeping mist
my tongue...
A stillness binds the moon-cloaked mountaintop in glooming shackles...
(High above, the myriad stars gleam against the night sky, three more resplendently
bedazzling the others, their sidereal auras engulfing the stones...)
And the central stone of the ancient ring begins to pulsate with a darksome energy...
A maelstrom ablaze with writhing celestially spawned power then rends the
night...
(A vast shimmering aperture, a vortex of heliacal fire... the pathway to beckons!)
The Astral is open...
The have awakened...
XUK'UL: Impudent mortal! You dare summon us? If 'tis you seek, you shall
it!
Such searingly terrible stellar majesty... my sanity is lashed like a vessel on a
wracked sea. What price this invocation? Shall the singing stars claim my very
To countless worlds we travel, riding the endless seas 'twixt the stars... the ebon
of infinity... flying through a thousand suns, then watching their light fade, as if it
were but a flickering snuffed by the wind. As beings of pure energy we
one with the vastness, transcending the ethereal walls of time, spanning at once
this celestial eternity, and yet existing as no more than a mote of dust within the of its
endlessness... beyond...
The threshold looms, (the star-way between dimensions stretches me...)
The Gate To That Which Beyond yawns wide...
Unspeakable gibber and pulsate in the Outer Darkness... Elder horrors dwell here,
things which were ancient and revelled in sublime malevolence when even Xuk'ul
was naught but a bloated maggot, writhing and suckling at the breast of its
amorphous mother... They-Who-Lurk-And-Breed-In-Limbo... the sovereigns of
the void!
terror drags my essence screaming back from the threshold.
The ichor of pestilent tongues to me, tendrils probing, the ire of fiends!
The ravening black worms of madness are devouring the shredded of sanity as I
to my slumbering steel-clad body... but as the dream-veil lifts, I feel my limbs
transform, flesh becoming cold stone... enshrouded by a mantle of obsidian. And the
laughter of the Guardians echoes, upon the winds of this spectral eve. Such is the
price of enlightenment. And so, a new sentinel of stone joins the others on the
nighted top...
Standing silently in the ancient of truth, standing... waiting,
the stars.
Lyrics:
Jonny Maudling