Luyện nghe bài hát Summoning The Guardians Of The Astral Gate

It is written in the ancient legends... that high amidst the moon-swathed peaks of the
Mountain of Shadows, hides the aeon-weary threshold of the Astral Gate... the portal
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 when the stars are aligned, and
unlock the mystic gate, summoning its sidereal sentinels, thereby ultimate
and wisdom unparalleled...
Part 1: THE
(The Aspirant The Summit)
of the cosmic threshold, my ascent has been fraught with terror, deathsteeped,
storm-hammered.
(These grim mountains are with the bones 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 earned with bloodshed!
(The crystalline key to the Outer Realms and the arcane to empower it are at last
mine, Seized at from the citadel of the Black Templars. Enlightenment awaits!)
Many years ago, the Orb of Summoning was seized by the mysterious Black
Templars,a band of sombre, plunder seeking from the kingdoms to the east of the
Great Sea. They wrested the sorcerous gem from the shrine of Azaimedes, where
it had hidden for countless centuries, its true power and purpose known only to the
shamans who tended to the elder place of worship. It is said that the tapestry of
slaughter that 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,
Zul'tekh Vol-thoth.
Xuk'ul arise,
Kur'oc Gul-Kor, forth.
I hold aloft the pulsing orb, astral spheres, empower the key.
Ring of elder stones entwined in prophecy, the of Invocation enthralls thine power.
Replete from drinking of darkness, black shapes dancing 'twixt the stones,
Lucent beams lancing 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
than the others, their sidereal auras engulfing the stones...)
And the central stone of the ebon ring 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 heliacal fire... the to beyond beckons!)
The Gate is open...
The have awakened...
XUK'UL: Impudent mortal! You dare us? If 'tis elucidation you seek, you shall
it!
Such searingly stellar majesty... my sanity is lashed like a vessel on a storm-
wracked sea. What 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 their fade, as if it
were but a flickering candleflame snuffed by the wind. As beings of pure we
become one with the vastness, the ethereal walls of time, spanning at once
this celestial eternity, and yet as no more than a mote of dust within the vista of its
endlessness... beyond...
The threshold looms, (the star-way between dimensions stretches me...)
The Gate To That Which Lies Beyond wide...
Unspeakable forces and pulsate in the Outer Darkness... Elder horrors dwell here,
which were ancient and revelled in sublime galactic malevolence when even 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 sovereigns of
the void!
Primal terror drags my essence screaming back the threshold.
The ichor of tongues clings to me, tendrils probing, the ire of fiends!
The ravening black worms of madness are devouring the remnants of sanity as I
return to my slumbering steel-clad body... but as the dream-veil lifts, I feel my
transform, flesh becoming stone... enshrouded by a dark mantle of obsidian. And the
laughter of the Guardians echoes, carries upon the winds of this spectral eve. is the
price of enlightenment. And so, a new sentinel of stone joins the others on the
nighted top...
silently in the ancient circle of truth, standing... waiting,
the stars.
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Music: Maudling