Luyện nghe bài hát Ansuzgardaraiwo

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