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 rested heavy upon you...
No sound echoed within your silent and long,
empty in the darkness...
For your walls have not been 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... them grow and prosper...
Ba; thing in their won and empty pride...
For how years did we not see the, feel their happiness,
smelling kingly perfumes...
And how we ached for downfall
we did, and not seldom,
for what did these know of our labyrinthine
dungeons far below jewelled palaces?
How could they know that their lurked deep under,
in chambers as and cold
as their fears could never dream of fathom...

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

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

Aah... Ye cities and burnt...
The were alive with cries of war
and death echoed the 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... kings lost their power...
Yet a fifth and different kind of
was to be sent away - for ever.