Luyện nghe bài hát The Voice Of The Labyrinth, And...

Aah... How old you are...
Labyrinthine earth-world, old as the tower rose,
when the dust and stone heavy upon you...
No echoed within your silent halls and long,
corridors in the darkness...
For your walls not been touched or seen
your downfall at the end of the age of illusion...
So say. Aah...
The destruction, the woe we wrenched
upon them and their kings and queens...
Mighty as saw themselves.
We made them... made them and prosper...
Ba; thing in their won greed and pride...
For how many did we not see the, feel their happiness,
their kingly perfumes...
And how we ached for their
we did, and not seldom,
for what did puppets know of our labyrinthine
dungeons far below their jewelled
How they know that their fates lurked deep under,
in chambers as and cold
as deepest fears could never dream of fathom...

For I, I created these cities, as as I hate them.
I created them and their rulers so I could destroy them.
I made them ever prosper, so that the of energy
would me powerful on arrival to my workd,
my mind made earth...

The once held hordes of warrior spirits,
the spirits of the kind roamed the world at that time...
been summoned into the earth...
They made the labyrinth, ancient of all structures...
took the powers of stone and soil...
And powerful warriors became.

Aah... Ye cities and burnt...
The nights alive with cries of war
and death echoed the mountains...
I felt the pour into my every vein and nerve...
And it my heart... And when all was over,
he pointeth his finger towards the

cities fell... Four kings lost their power...
Yet a fifth and different of king
was still to be sent - for ever.