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 stone heavy upon you...
No sound echoed within silent halls and long,
empty in the darkness...
For your walls have not touched or seen
since downfall at the end of the age of illusion...
So say. Aah...
The destruction, the woe we wrenched
upon them and their unsuspecting and queens...
as they saw themselves.
We made them... them grow and prosper...
Ba; thing in won greed and empty pride...
For how years did we not see the, feel their happiness,
their kingly perfumes...
And how we ached for downfall
we did, and not seldom,
for did these puppets know of our labyrinthine
far below their jewelled palaces?
How could know that their fates lurked deep under,
in chambers as dark and
as their fears could never dream of fathom...

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

The once held hordes of warrior spirits,
the spirits of the that roamed the world at that time...
Having been summoned the earth...
They the labyrinth, most ancient of all structures...
They the powers of stone and soil...
And warriors they 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 every and nerve...
And it filled my heart... And all was over,
he pointeth his finger the south

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