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

Aah... How old you are...
Labyrinthine earth-world, old already as the rose,
the dust and stone rested 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
them and their unsuspecting kings and queens...
Mighty as saw themselves.
We made them... made grow and prosper...
Ba; thing in their won and empty pride...
For how many years did we not see the, feel happiness,
smelling their perfumes...
And how we for their downfall
we did, and not seldom,
for did these puppets know of our labyrinthine
dungeons far their jewelled palaces?
How could they know their fates lurked deep under,
in as dark and cold
as their deepest fears could dream of fathom...

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

The once held hordes of warrior spirits,
the spirits of the kind roamed the world at that time...
been 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 were alive cries of war
and echoed the surrounding mountains...
I felt the energy pour my every vein and nerve...
And it my heart... And when all was over,
he pointeth his towards the south

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