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

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

For I, I created cities, as much as I hate them.
I them and their rulers so that I could destroy them.
I made them prosper, so that the flow of energy
would make me powerful on to my workd,
my world made earth...

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

Aah... Ye fell and burnt...
The nights were with cries of war
and death the surrounding mountains...
I the energy pour into my every vein and nerve...
And it my heart... And when all was over,
he pointeth his towards the south

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