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 rested heavy upon you...
No sound echoed your silent halls and long,
empty 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 unsuspecting kings and queens...
as they saw themselves.
We them... made them grow and prosper...
Ba; thing in their won and empty 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 these puppets know of our
dungeons far below their palaces?
How could they know that their fates deep under,
in chambers as and cold
as their deepest fears could dream of fathom...

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

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

Aah... Ye fell and burnt...
The nights were alive with of war
and echoed the surrounding mountains...
I felt the energy pour into my every and nerve...
And it filled my heart... And all was over,
he pointeth his finger the south

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