Luyện nghe bài hát The Epsilon Exordium

[From the journal of Professor Caleb Blackthorne III, discovered May 1899, near the Temple at Tiahuanaco, Peru:]

[23 1893]
Upon extensive examination of the nefarious arcane known as The Epsilon
Exordium, I my search may at last be drawing to a close. Indeed, I
feel that the great discovery which has eluded me for so long may
finally be within my grasp. And yet I must be cautious, for twice more
I the figures in the night, watching me in silence from the confines of
the darkness. I cannot discern their features, that they are vaguely
human in shape, save for their arms which seem abnormally and oddly
jointed. My native guides are increasingly agitated and skittish,
babbling incoherently the guardians of the tombs... citing legends
from their ancestral past which speak of mysterious who reputedly
came down from the stars in great silvern drawn by steeds of flame.
At any rate, I have my trusted Martini-Henry .45 breech-loader
should these silent stalkers prove and ever deign to lay hold of me
in the night. I have at last translated the carvings on the stone I
unearthed amidst the of Angkor Wat. To my astonishment, I found that it
predated the construction of the temple by countless thousands of years,
and that it spoke of the subject as did the hieroglyphs I beheld on the
wall of the concealed chamber which I and Blakiston discovered within the
Great in Egypt. Successive examinations of the edifices at Giza and
Karnak further parallels too precise to be mere coincidence. The
pieces of great cosmic puzzle are finally beginning to fall into place...

[2 October:
Yes, it is as I suspected. I have long felt that the of Mesapotamia
were among the peoples to attain elucidation concerning the dread matter
I pursue. My excavations at Lagash, Eridu, and most notably the at
Ur, have revealed truths which finds at Angkor, Egypt and
Sacsahuaman only serve to consolidate. I now that the Olmechs, the Aztecs
and the were also undeniably key tendrils of this grand global web,
and the unnerving truth I felt compelled to deny now seems inexorably
to point to grand and terrifying universal axiom.
It seems however, that the closer I to enlightenment, the greater the
danger becomes. Last night, one of our expedition's chief disappeared
without trace. His native compatriots find no tracks, nor offer any
evidence of his departure to suggest that his superstitions had
him to abandon the party... the man seems simply to have vanished
inexplicably into the oppressive, dark. In light of the
disappearance, I opted not to the group that during the darkling hours
before sunrise last night I had peered from my tent to behold what I
to be of the shadowy figures I have previously described moving furtively
in the gloom, keeping ever just out of the illuminatory of our campfire.
By the time I had brought my rifle to bear, they had away into the
shadows of the benighted jungle...

[10 October:
The inscriptions on the tablet I discovered seem to be a piece of
some mysterious, apocryphal, larger work; evidently a lexicon of some
description, undoubtedly of antediluvian origin. The section, as far as
I can discern, tells of an era thousands of years past when countless
and advanced civilisations, apparently the legendary Atlantis foremost
amongst them, spanned the circumference of the globe. The passage,
seemingly a celebration of Atlantis Ascendant carved by a renowned
of the day, thusly: