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 dust and stone rested upon you...
No sound echoed within your 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 unsuspecting kings and queens...
Mighty as saw themselves.
We made them... made them and prosper...
Ba; thing in their won and empty pride...
For how many years did we not see the, their happiness,
smelling their perfumes...
And how we ached for downfall
we did, and not seldom,
for what did these know of our labyrinthine
far below their jewelled palaces?
How could they know that their fates lurked under,
in chambers as dark and
as their deepest fears could never of fathom...

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

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

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

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