Luyện nghe bài hát Ansuzgardaraiwo

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