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 of the Astral Gate... the portal from
our world, to beyond...
It is said that one who holds the key and knows the incantation may stand within
the ancient ring of stones atop the mountain when the stars are 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 fraught terror, deathsteeped,
storm-hammered.
(These mountains are strewn 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 of stones once more...)
The incantation of Xuk'ul is to me, the Orb of Summoning earned with bloodshed!
(The crystalline key to the Outer Realms and the arcane rite to it are at last
mine, Seized at swordpoint from the citadel of the Black Templars. awaits!)
Many years ago, the mystic Orb of Summoning was seized by the Black
Templars,a of sombre, plunder seeking knights from the kingdoms to the east of the
Great Sea. They the sorcerous gem from the ancient shrine 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 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 with the spilled blood of the
keepers.
Ka-kur-ra, I thee,
Azor Vol-thoth.
Mighty arise,
Kur'oc Gul-Kor, forth.
I aloft the pulsing 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 dancing the stones,
Lucent beams lancing forth 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 night sky, three more
bedazzling than the others, sidereal auras engulfing the stones...)
And the central stone of the ancient ebon ring begins to pulsate a darksome energy...
A thunderous maelstrom ablaze with writhing celestially spawned then rends the
night...
(A shimmering aperture, a vortex of heliacal fire... the pathway to beyond beckons!)
The Astral is open...
The have awakened...
XUK'UL: Impudent mortal! You summon us? If 'tis elucidation you seek, you shall
it!
Such searingly terrible stellar majesty... my sanity is lashed a vessel on a storm-
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
oceans of infinity... flying through a thousand suns, then their light fade, as if it
were but a flickering candleflame 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 within the vista of its
endlessness... beyond...
The threshold looms, (the star-way between dimensions before me...)
The Gate To Which Lies Beyond yawns wide...
Unspeakable forces gibber and in the Outer Darkness... Elder horrors dwell here,
things which ancient and revelled 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 terror drags my essence 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 lifts, I feel my limbs
transform, flesh becoming stone... enshrouded by a dark mantle of obsidian. And the
laughter of the echoes, carries upon the winds of this spectral eve. Such is the
price of enlightenment. And so, a new brooding sentinel of stone joins the on the
nighted top...
silently in the ancient circle of truth, standing... waiting,
the stars.
Lyrics:
Jonny Maudling