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 Astral Gate... the portal
our world, to beyond...
It is said that one who holds the key and the empyreal incantation may stand within
the ancient ring of stones atop the mountain when the are correctly aligned, and
unlock the mystic gate, summoning its sentinels, thereby attaining ultimate
and wisdom unparalleled...
Part 1: THE
(The Reaches The Summit)
Keepers of the threshold, my ascent has been fraught with terror, deathsteeped,
storm-hammered.
(These mountains are strewn with the bones of the ill-fortuned dead.)
O' Guardians of the Astral Gate, the spheres blaze at last in trine... I 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 with bloodshed!
(The key to the Outer Realms and the arcane rite to empower it are at last
mine, Seized at swordpoint from the of the Black Templars. Enlightenment awaits!)
Many years ago, the mystic Orb of Summoning was seized by the mysterious
Templars,a band of sombre, plunder seeking from the kingdoms to the east of the
Great Sea. They wrested the sorcerous gem the ancient shrine of Azaimedes, where
it had lain hidden for countless centuries, its true and purpose known only to the
dour who tended to the elder place of worship. It is said that the tapestry of
slaughter woven day was unparalleled in its ferocity, and that the marble walls of the
ancient shrine were, and still remain, stained vivid crimson with the spilled of the
keepers.
Ka-kur-ra, I thee,
Azor 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 of Invocation enthralls thine power.
Replete from drinking deep of darkness, black shapes 'twixt the stones,
Lucent lancing forth from the gleaming, cepheid stars, a creeping mist ensorcells
my tongue...
A stillness binds the moon-cloaked mountaintop in glooming shackles...
(High above, the myriad stars gleam bright against the sky, three more resplendently
bedazzling than the others, their sidereal engulfing the stones...)
And the central of the ancient ebon ring begins to pulsate with a darksome energy...
A thunderous maelstrom ablaze with writhing celestially spawned power rends the
night...
(A vast aperture, a vortex of heliacal fire... the pathway to beyond beckons!)
The Gate is open...
The Guardians awakened...
XUK'UL: Impudent mortal! You dare us? If 'tis elucidation you seek, you shall
it!
Such searingly terrible stellar majesty... my is lashed like a vessel on a storm-
wracked sea. What price this invocation? the singing stars claim my very mind?
To countless we travel, riding the endless black seas 'twixt the stars... the ebon
oceans of infinity... flying through a thousand suns, watching their light fade, as if it
were but a flickering candleflame snuffed by the wind. As of pure energy we
become one with the vastness, transcending the ethereal walls of time, 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 dimensions stretches before me...)
The To That Which Lies Beyond yawns wide...
Unspeakable forces and pulsate in the Outer Darkness... Elder horrors dwell here,
things which were ancient and revelled in sublime galactic malevolence when Xuk'ul
was naught but a bloated cosmic maggot, writhing and suckling at the of its
amorphous mother... They-Who-Lurk-And-Breed-In-Limbo... the squamous of
the void!
terror 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 devouring the shredded remnants of as I
return to my slumbering steel-clad body... but as the dream-veil lifts, I my limbs
transform, becoming cold stone... enshrouded by a dark 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 of stone joins the others on the
mountain top...
Standing silently in the ancient of truth, standing... waiting,
the stars.
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Music: Jonny