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 ring of stones the mountain when the stars are correctly aligned, and
unlock the mystic gate, summoning its sidereal sentinels, attaining 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 strewn with the bones of the dead.)
O' Guardians of the Astral Gate, the spheres blaze at in trine... I hold the Key!
(The trinity of stars shall the circle of stones once more...)
The incantation of Xuk'ul is known to me, the Orb of Summoning earned bloodshed!
(The key to the Outer Realms and the arcane rite to empower it are at last
mine, Seized at from the citadel of the Black Templars. Enlightenment awaits!)
Many years ago, the mystic Orb of 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 from the ancient of Azaimedes, where
it had hidden for countless centuries, its true power and purpose known only to the
dour shamans who 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 with 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, astral spheres, empower the key.
Ring of elder stones entwined in prophecy, the of Invocation enthralls thine power.
Replete from drinking deep of darkness, shapes dancing 'twixt the stones,
Lucent lancing forth from the gleaming, cepheid stars, a creeping mist ensorcells
my tongue...
A great binds the moon-cloaked mountaintop in glooming shackles...
(High above, the myriad gleam bright against the night sky, three more resplendently
bedazzling than the others, their sidereal auras the stones...)
And the central stone of the ancient ring begins to pulsate with a darksome energy...
A thunderous maelstrom ablaze with writhing celestially spawned power then the
night...
(A vast shimmering aperture, a of heliacal fire... the pathway to beyond beckons!)
The Astral is open...
The Guardians awakened...
Impudent mortal! You dare summon us? If 'tis elucidation you seek, you shall
it!
Such searingly terrible stellar majesty... my sanity is lashed like a vessel on a
wracked sea. What price this invocation? Shall the singing claim my very mind?
To countless worlds we travel, riding the endless black 'twixt the stars... the ebon
oceans of infinity... through a thousand suns, then watching their light fade, as if it
were but a flickering candleflame snuffed by the wind. As beings of pure we
become one with the vastness, transcending the ethereal of time, spanning at once
this celestial eternity, and yet existing as no more than a of dust within the vista of its
endlessness... beyond...
The threshold looms, (the star-way dimensions stretches before me...)
The Gate To That Which Lies Beyond wide...
Unspeakable forces gibber and pulsate in the Outer Darkness... horrors dwell here,
things which were and revelled in sublime galactic malevolence when even Xuk'ul
was naught but a bloated cosmic maggot, writhing and at the breast of its
mother... They-Who-Lurk-And-Breed-In-Limbo... the squamous sovereigns of
the void!
terror drags my essence screaming back from the threshold.
The ichor of tongues clings to me, tendrils probing, the ire of fiends!
The ravening worms of madness are devouring the shredded remnants of sanity as I
return to my slumbering steel-clad body... but as the dream-veil lifts, I 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 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 circle of truth, standing... waiting,
the stars.
Lyrics:
Jonny Maudling