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 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 ring of stones atop the mountain when the are correctly aligned, and
the mystic gate, summoning its sidereal sentinels, thereby attaining ultimate
enlightenment and unparalleled...
Part 1: THE
(The Reaches The Summit)
Keepers of the threshold, my ascent has been fraught 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 blaze at in trine... I hold the Key!
(The trinity of stars shall touch the circle of stones more...)
The incantation of Xuk'ul is known to me, the Orb of earned with bloodshed!
(The crystalline key to the 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 Orb of Summoning was seized by the mysterious Black
Templars,a band of sombre, plunder seeking knights 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 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
ancient shrine were, and still remain, stained vivid crimson the spilled blood of the
keepers.
Ka-kur-ra, I thee,
Azor Vol-thoth.
Mighty arise,
Gul-Kor, come forth.
I hold aloft the pulsing orb, spheres, empower the mystic key.
of elder stones entwined in prophecy, the Rite of Invocation enthralls thine power.
Replete from drinking of darkness, black shapes dancing 'twixt the stones,
Lucent beams lancing forth from the gleaming, 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, their auras engulfing the stones...)
And the central stone of the ancient ebon ring begins to pulsate with a energy...
A thunderous maelstrom ablaze with writhing celestially spawned power rends the
night...
(A vast shimmering aperture, a vortex of heliacal fire... the pathway to beckons!)
The Astral 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 like a vessel on a storm-
wracked sea. What price invocation? Shall the singing stars claim my very mind?
To countless worlds we travel, riding the endless black seas 'twixt the stars... the
oceans of infinity... through a thousand suns, then watching their light fade, as if it
were but a flickering snuffed by the wind. As beings of pure energy we
become one with the vastness, transcending the ethereal walls of time, 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 star-way between dimensions stretches me...)
The Gate To That Lies Beyond yawns wide...
Unspeakable forces gibber and in the Outer Darkness... Elder horrors dwell here,
things which were ancient and revelled in sublime galactic when even Xuk'ul
was naught but a bloated cosmic maggot, and suckling at the breast of its
mother... They-Who-Lurk-And-Breed-In-Limbo... the squamous sovereigns of
the void!
Primal drags my essence screaming back from the threshold.
The ichor of pestilent tongues to me, tendrils probing, the ire of fiends!
The ravening black of madness are devouring the shredded remnants of sanity as I
to my slumbering steel-clad 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 echoes, carries upon the winds of this spectral eve. Such 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.
Lyrics:
Jonny Maudling