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

Aah... How old you are...
Labyrinthine earth-world, old already as the rose,
the dust and stone rested heavy upon you...
No sound echoed your silent halls and long,
corridors in the darkness...
For your walls not been touched or seen
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 made them... made grow and prosper...
Ba; thing in their won greed and pride...
For how years did we not see the, feel their happiness,
smelling their perfumes...
And how we ached for downfall
we did, and not seldom,
for what did these puppets of our labyrinthine
dungeons far below their palaces?
How could they know their fates lurked deep under,
in chambers as and cold
as their deepest fears could never 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 ever prosper, so that the flow of energy
would make me on arrival to my workd,
my world made earth...

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

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

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