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It is written in the ancient legends... that high amidst the

moon-swathed peaks of the great

Mountain of Shadows, hides the aeon-weary threshold of the Astral

Gate... the portal from

our world, to beyond...

It is said that one who holds the key and knows the empyreal

incantation may stand within

the ancient ring of stones atop the mountain when the stars are

correctly aligned, and

unlock the mystic gate, summoning its sidereal sentinels, thereby

attaining ultimate

enlightenment and wisdom unparalleled...

Part 1: THE INVOKING

(The Aspirant Reaches The Summit)

Keepers of the cosmic threshold, my ascent has been fraught with

terror, deathsteeped,

storm-hammered.

(These grim mountains are strewn with the bones of the ill-fortuned dead.)

O` Guardians of the Astral Gate, the spheres blaze at last in

trine... I hold the Key!

(The trinity of stars shall touch the circle of stones once more...)

The incantation of Xuk`ul is known to me, the Orb of Summoning

earned with bloodshed!

(The crystalline key to the Outer Realms and the arcane rite

to empower it are at last

mine, Seized at swordpoint from the citadel of the Black Templars.

Enlightenment awaits!)

Many years ago, the mystic Orb of Summoning was seized by the

mysterious Black

Templars,a band of sombre, plunder seeking knights from the kingdoms

to the east of the

Great Sea. They wrested the sorcerous gem from the ancient shrine

of Azaimedes, where

it had lain hidden for countless centuries, its true power and

purpose known only to the

dour shamans who tended to the elder place of worship. It is

said that the tapestry of

slaughter woven that day was unparalleled in its ferocity, and

that the marble walls of the

ancient shrine were, and still remain, stained vivid crimson

with the spilled blood of the

Orb`s keepers.

Ka-kur-ra, I summon thee,

Zul`tekh Azor Vol-thoth.

Mighty Xuk`ul arise,

Kur`oc Gul-Kor, come forth.

I hold aloft the pulsing orb, astral spheres, empower the mystic key.

Ring of elder stones entwined in prophecy, the Rite of Invocation

enthralls thine power.

Replete from drinking deep of darkness, black shapes dancing

`twixt the stones,

Lucent beams lancing forth from the gleaming, cepheid stars,

a creeping mist ensorcells

my tongue...

A great stillness binds the moon-cloaked mountaintop in glooming

shackles...

(High above, the myriad stars gleam bright against the night

sky, three more resplendently

bedazzling than the others, their sidereal auras engulfing the stones...)

And the central stone of the ancient ebon ring begins to pulsate

with a darksome energy...

A thunderous maelstrom ablaze with writhing celestially spawned

power then rends the

stygian night...

(A vast shimmering aperture, a vortex of heliacal fire... the

pathway to beyond beckons!)

The Astral Gate is open...

The Guardians have awakened...

XUK`UL: Impudent mortal! You dare summon us? If `tis elucidation

you seek, you shall

have it!

Such searingly terrible stellar majesty... my sanity is lashed

like a vessel on a storm-

wracked sea. What price this invocation? Shall the singing stars

claim my very mind?

To countless worlds we travel, riding the endless black seas

`twixt the stars... the ebon

oceans of infinity... flying through a thousand suns, then watching

their light fade, as if it

were but a flickering candleflame snuffed by the wind. As beings

of pure energy we

become one with the vastness, transcending the ethereal walls

of time, spanning at once

this celestial eternity, and yet existing as no more than a mote

of dust within the vista of its

endlessness... Journeying beyond...

The threshold looms, (the star-way between dimensions stretches

before me...)

The Gate To That Which Lies Beyond yawns wide...

Unspeakable forces gibber and pulsate in the Outer Darkness...

Elder horrors dwell here,

things which were ancient and revelled in sublime galactic malevolence

when even Xuk`ul

was naught but a bloated cosmic maggot, writhing and suckling

at the breast of its

amorphous mother... They-Who-Lurk-And-Breed-In-Limbo... the squamous

sovereigns of

the elder void!

Primal terror drags my essence screaming back from the threshold.

The ichor of pestilent tongues clings to me, tendrils probing,

the ire of fiends!

The ravening black worms of madness are devouring the shredded

remnants of sanity as I

return to my slumbering steel-clad body... but as the dream-veil

lifts, I feel my limbs

transform, flesh becoming cold stone... enshrouded by a dark

mantle of obsidian. And the

laughter of the Guardians echoes, carries upon the winds of this

spectral eve. Such is the

price of enlightenment. And so, a new brooding sentinel of stone

joins the others on the

nighted mountain top...

Standing silently in the ancient circle of truth, standing... waiting,

Beneath the stars.

Lyrics: Byron

Music: Jonny Maudling

It is written in the ancient legends... that high amidst the

moon-swathed peaks of the great

Mountain of Shadows, hides the aeon-weary threshold of the Astral

Gate... the portal from

our world, to beyond...

It is said that one who holds the key and knows the empyreal

incantation may stand within

the ancient ring of stones atop the mountain when the stars are

correctly aligned, and

unlock the mystic gate, summoning its sidereal sentinels, thereby

attaining ultimate

enlightenment and wisdom unparalleled...

Part 1: THE INVOKING

(The Aspirant Reaches The Summit)

Keepers of the cosmic threshold, my ascent has been fraught with

terror, deathsteeped,

storm-hammered.

(These grim mountains are strewn with the bones of the ill-fortuned dead.)

O` Guardians of the Astral Gate, the spheres blaze at last in

trine... I hold the Key!

(The trinity of stars shall touch the circle of stones once more...)

The incantation of Xuk`ul is known to me, the Orb of Summoning

earned with bloodshed!

(The crystalline key to the Outer Realms and the arcane rite

to empower it are at last

mine, Seized at swordpoint from the citadel of the Black Templars.

Enlightenment awaits!)

Many years ago, the mystic Orb of Summoning was seized by the

mysterious Black

Templars,a band of sombre, plunder seeking knights from the kingdoms

to the east of the

Great Sea. They wrested the sorcerous gem from the ancient shrine

of Azaimedes, where

it had lain hidden for countless centuries, its true power and

purpose known only to the

dour shamans who tended to the elder place of worship. It is

said that the tapestry of

slaughter woven that day was unparalleled in its ferocity, and

that the marble walls of the

ancient shrine were, and still remain, stained vivid crimson

with the spilled blood of the

Orb`s keepers.

Ka-kur-ra, I summon thee,

Zul`tekh Azor Vol-thoth.

Mighty Xuk`ul arise,

Kur`oc Gul-Kor, come forth.

I hold aloft the pulsing orb, astral spheres, empower the mystic key.

Ring of elder stones entwined in prophecy, the Rite of Invocation

enthralls thine power.

Replete from drinking deep of darkness, black shapes dancing

`twixt the stones,

Lucent beams lancing forth from the gleaming, cepheid stars,

a creeping mist ensorcells

my tongue...

A great stillness binds the moon-cloaked mountaintop in glooming

shackles...

(High above, the myriad stars gleam bright against the night

sky, three more resplendently

bedazzling than the others, their sidereal auras engulfing the stones...)

And the central stone of the ancient ebon ring begins to pulsate

with a darksome energy...

A thunderous maelstrom ablaze with writhing celestially spawned

power then rends the

stygian night...

(A vast shimmering aperture, a vortex of heliacal fire... the

pathway to beyond beckons!)

The Astral Gate is open...

The Guardians have awakened...

XUK`UL: Impudent mortal! You dare summon us? If `tis elucidation

you seek, you shall

have it!

Such searingly terrible stellar majesty... my sanity is lashed

like a vessel on a storm-

wracked sea. What price this invocation? Shall the singing stars

claim my very mind?

To countless worlds we travel, riding the endless black seas

`twixt the stars... the ebon

oceans of infinity... flying through a thousand suns, then watching

their light fade, as if it

were but a flickering candleflame snuffed by the wind. As beings

of pure energy we

become one with the vastness, transcending the ethereal walls

of time, spanning at once

this celestial eternity, and yet existing as no more than a mote

of dust within the vista of its

endlessness... Journeying beyond...

The threshold looms, (the star-way between dimensions stretches

before me...)

The Gate To That Which Lies Beyond yawns wide...

Unspeakable forces gibber and pulsate in the Outer Darkness...

Elder horrors dwell here,

things which were ancient and revelled in sublime galactic malevolence

when even Xuk`ul

was naught but a bloated cosmic maggot, writhing and suckling

at the breast of its

amorphous mother... They-Who-Lurk-And-Breed-In-Limbo... the squamous

sovereigns of

the elder void!

Primal terror drags my essence screaming back from the threshold.

The ichor of pestilent tongues clings to me, tendrils probing,

the ire of fiends!

The ravening black worms of madness are devouring the shredded

remnants of sanity as I

return to my slumbering steel-clad body... but as the dream-veil

lifts, I feel my limbs

transform, flesh becoming cold stone... enshrouded by a dark

mantle of obsidian. And the

laughter of the Guardians echoes, carries upon the winds of this

spectral eve. Such is the

price of enlightenment. And so, a new brooding sentinel of stone

joins the others on the

nighted mountain top...

Standing silently in the ancient circle of truth, standing... waiting,

Beneath the stars.

Lyrics: Byron

Music: Jonny Maudling

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