Luyện nghe bài hát Ansuzgardaraiwo

Voices from the spirit world can be through the dark
winternights, the of the spirit. It is the holy twelve
days of Yule. shapes can be seen in the sky; riders of
death. They suddenly charge down from the clouds in
wilderness; kings and chieftains, and murderers - all in
the phalanx, drifting mysteriously through the air on spirit
horses, arriving when expected. Black shields, furs from
bear and wolf, shining blades, open wounds and ropes tied
around their necks; they are pack of warges, the undead
and the - the immortal warriors of Ansuzgarda! The
werewolves the sacred twelve days of Yule in packs, looking
after the living; hail the traditions, hail the spirits of
the dead, the holy ritual of Wuotan, or face the wrath of
the Ansuz and the of Sleipnir. Face the Ansuzgardaraiwo!