Luyện nghe bài hát Summoning The Guardians Of The Astral Gate

It is in the ancient legends... that 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 the key and knows the empyreal incantation may stand within
the ancient of stones atop the mountain when the stars are correctly aligned, and
unlock the mystic gate, 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 with terror, deathsteeped,
storm-hammered.
(These grim mountains are strewn the bones 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 shall touch the of stones once more...)
The incantation of Xuk'ul is known to me, the Orb of Summoning with bloodshed!
(The crystalline key to the Outer Realms and the arcane to empower 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 band of sombre, plunder knights from the kingdoms to the east of the
Great Sea. They wrested the sorcerous gem from the ancient shrine of Azaimedes,
it had lain hidden for 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
shrine were, and still remain, stained vivid crimson with the spilled blood 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 entwined in prophecy, the Rite of Invocation enthralls thine power.
Replete from drinking deep of darkness, black shapes dancing the stones,
Lucent beams lancing forth from the gleaming, cepheid stars, a mist ensorcells
my tongue...
A great stillness binds the mountaintop in glooming shackles...
(High above, the myriad stars gleam bright the night sky, three more resplendently
than the others, their sidereal auras engulfing the stones...)
And the central of the ancient ebon ring begins to pulsate with a darksome energy...
A thunderous maelstrom ablaze with writhing spawned power then rends the
night...
(A shimmering aperture, a vortex of heliacal fire... the pathway to beyond beckons!)
The Gate is open...
The Guardians awakened...
XUK'UL: Impudent mortal! You dare summon us? If 'tis elucidation you seek, you
it!
Such searingly terrible stellar majesty... my sanity is lashed like a on a storm-
wracked sea. What price invocation? Shall the singing stars claim my very mind?
To worlds we travel, riding the endless black seas 'twixt the stars... the ebon
oceans of infinity... flying through a thousand suns, then watching light fade, as if it
were but a flickering candleflame snuffed by the wind. As beings of 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 stretches before me...)
The Gate To That Lies Beyond yawns wide...
Unspeakable forces 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, writhing and at the breast 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 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... by a dark mantle of obsidian. And the
laughter of the Guardians echoes, carries upon the winds of this 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.
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Music: Maudling