Luyện nghe bài hát Summoning The Guardians Of The Astral Gate

It is written in the ancient legends... that 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 incantation may stand
the ancient ring of stones atop the when 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 fraught with terror, deathsteeped,
storm-hammered.
(These grim mountains are strewn with the of the ill-fortuned dead.)
O' Guardians of the Astral Gate, the spheres at last in trine... I hold the Key!
(The trinity of stars touch the circle of stones once more...)
The incantation of Xuk'ul is known to me, the Orb of Summoning earned bloodshed!
(The crystalline key to the Realms and the arcane rite to empower it are at last
mine, at swordpoint from the citadel of the Black Templars. Enlightenment awaits!)
Many years ago, the mystic Orb of Summoning was by the mysterious Black
Templars,a band of sombre, plunder seeking knights from the kingdoms to the of the
Great Sea. wrested the sorcerous gem from the ancient shrine of Azaimedes, where
it had lain hidden for countless centuries, its true power and purpose known to the
dour shamans who tended to the elder place of worship. It is said the tapestry of
slaughter woven that day was unparalleled in its ferocity, and the marble walls of the
ancient shrine were, and still remain, stained vivid 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 pulsing orb, spheres, empower the mystic key.
Ring of elder stones entwined in prophecy, the Rite of Invocation thine power.
Replete from drinking deep of darkness, black shapes 'twixt the stones,
Lucent beams lancing forth from the gleaming, cepheid stars, a creeping ensorcells
my tongue...
A great stillness the moon-cloaked mountaintop in glooming shackles...
(High above, the stars 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 maelstrom ablaze writhing celestially spawned power then rends the
night...
(A vast aperture, a vortex of heliacal 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 stellar majesty... my sanity is lashed like a vessel on a storm-
wracked sea. price this invocation? Shall the singing stars claim my very mind?
To countless worlds we travel, riding the endless seas 'twixt the stars... the ebon
oceans of infinity... flying through a thousand suns, then watching light fade, as if it
but a flickering candleflame snuffed by the wind. As beings of pure energy we
become one with the vastness, transcending the ethereal of time, spanning at once
this eternity, and yet existing as no more than a mote of dust within the vista of its
endlessness... beyond...
The threshold looms, (the between dimensions stretches before me...)
The Gate To That Which Lies Beyond wide...
Unspeakable forces gibber and pulsate in the Darkness... Elder horrors dwell here,
things which were ancient and in sublime galactic malevolence when even Xuk'ul
was but a bloated cosmic maggot, writhing and suckling at the breast of its
amorphous mother... They-Who-Lurk-And-Breed-In-Limbo... the sovereigns of
the void!
Primal drags my essence 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 the shredded remnants of sanity as I
return to my slumbering 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, carries the winds of this spectral eve. Such is the
price of enlightenment. And so, a new brooding sentinel of joins the others on the
mountain top...
Standing silently in the ancient of truth, standing... waiting,
the stars.
Lyrics:
Jonny Maudling