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. Dark shapes can be seen in the sky; of
death. They suddenly charge from the clouds in wonderful
wilderness; and chieftains, thieves and murderers - all in
the same phalanx, drifting mysteriously the air on spirit
horses, when least expected. Black shields, furs from
bear and wolf, shining blades, open wounds and ropes still
their necks; they are Wuotan's pack of warges, the undead
and the dead - the warriors of Ansuzgarda! The
werewolves haunt the sacred twelve days of Yule in packs,
after the living; hail the traditions, hail the spirits of
the dead, hail the holy ritual of Wuotan, or face the of
the Ansuz and the of Sleipnir. Face the Ansuzgardaraiwo!