Luyện nghe bài hát Summoning The Guardians Of The Astral Gate

It is written in the ancient legends... high amidst the moon-swathed peaks of the great
Mountain of Shadows, hides the aeon-weary threshold of the Gate... the portal from
our world, to beyond...
It is said that one who holds the key and knows the empyreal may stand within
the ancient ring of stones atop the when the stars are correctly aligned, and
unlock the mystic gate, summoning its sidereal sentinels, attaining ultimate
enlightenment and unparalleled...
Part 1: THE
(The Aspirant The Summit)
Keepers of the threshold, my ascent has been fraught with terror, deathsteeped,
storm-hammered.
(These grim mountains are with the bones of the ill-fortuned dead.)
O' of the Astral Gate, the spheres blaze at last in trine... I hold the Key!
(The trinity of stars shall touch the circle of stones more...)
The incantation of Xuk'ul is to me, the Orb of Summoning earned with bloodshed!
(The crystalline key to the Realms and the arcane rite to empower it are at last
mine, Seized at swordpoint from the of the Black Templars. Enlightenment awaits!)
Many ago, the mystic Orb of Summoning was seized by the mysterious Black
Templars,a band of sombre, plunder seeking knights from the kingdoms to the of the
Great Sea. They wrested the sorcerous gem from the ancient of Azaimedes, where
it had lain for countless centuries, its true power and purpose known only to the
dour shamans who tended to the elder place of worship. It is said that the of
slaughter woven that day was unparalleled in its ferocity, and that the marble of the
ancient shrine were, and still remain, stained vivid crimson with the 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 great stillness binds the mountaintop in glooming shackles...
(High above, the myriad gleam bright against the night sky, three more resplendently
bedazzling than the others, their sidereal auras the stones...)
And the central stone of the ancient ebon begins to pulsate with a darksome energy...
A thunderous ablaze with writhing celestially spawned power then rends the
night...
(A vast shimmering aperture, a vortex of fire... the pathway to beyond beckons!)
The Astral is open...
The Guardians awakened...
XUK'UL: Impudent mortal! You dare summon us? If 'tis you seek, you shall
it!
Such searingly terrible majesty... my sanity is lashed like a vessel on a storm-
wracked sea. What price this invocation? Shall the stars claim my very mind?
To countless worlds we travel, riding the endless black 'twixt the stars... the ebon
oceans of infinity... flying through a suns, then watching their light fade, as if it
were but a flickering candleflame snuffed by the wind. As beings of energy we
become one with the vastness, transcending the ethereal walls of time, spanning at
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 were ancient and revelled in sublime galactic malevolence when even Xuk'ul
was naught but a bloated cosmic maggot, and suckling at the breast of its
amorphous mother... They-Who-Lurk-And-Breed-In-Limbo... the sovereigns of
the void!
Primal terror drags my screaming back from the threshold.
The ichor of pestilent clings to me, tendrils probing, the ire of fiends!
The ravening black worms of madness are devouring the shredded of sanity as I
return to my slumbering steel-clad body... but as the dream-veil lifts, I feel my
transform, flesh cold stone... enshrouded by a dark mantle of obsidian. And the
laughter of the Guardians echoes, carries upon the winds of 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.
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Music: Jonny