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

Aah... How old you are...
Labyrinthine earth-world, old as the tower rose,
the dust and stone rested heavy upon you...
No sound echoed within silent halls and long,
empty 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 down
upon and their unsuspecting kings and queens...
as they saw themselves.
We made them... made grow and prosper...
Ba; thing in their won and empty pride...
For how years did we not see the, feel their happiness,
smelling their perfumes...
And how we for their downfall
we did, and not seldom,
for what did these know of our labyrinthine
dungeons far below their jewelled
How could they know that fates lurked deep under,
in chambers as dark and
as their fears could never dream of fathom...

For I, I created these cities, as much as I them.
I created them and their so that I could destroy them.
I made them ever prosper, so the flow of energy
would 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 at that time...
Having summoned into the earth...
They made the labyrinth, ancient of all structures...
They took the of stone and soil...
And powerful warriors became.

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

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