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 within your silent halls and long,
corridors in the darkness...
For your walls have not been touched or
since downfall at the end of the age of illusion...
So say. Aah...
The destruction, the woe we down
upon them and their unsuspecting and queens...
Mighty as saw themselves.
We made them... made them and prosper...
Ba; thing in won greed and empty pride...
For how many did we not see the, feel their happiness,
their kingly perfumes...
And how we ached for their
we did, and not seldom,
for what did these puppets know of our
far below their jewelled palaces?
How could know that their fates lurked deep under,
in chambers as dark and
as their deepest could never dream of fathom...

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

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

Aah... Ye fell and burnt...
The nights were with cries of war
and death echoed the mountains...
I felt the pour into my every vein and nerve...
And it my heart... And when all was over,
he pointeth his finger the south

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