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 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
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 made them... them grow and prosper...
Ba; thing in won greed and empty pride...
For how many years did we not see the, feel happiness,
smelling kingly 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 that 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 them prosper, so that the flow of energy
would make me powerful on to my workd,
my mind world earth...

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

Aah... Ye fell and burnt...
The nights were 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 the south

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