Luyện nghe bài hát Ansuzgardaraiwo

Voices the spirit world 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. suddenly charge down from the clouds in wonderful
kings and chieftains, thieves and murderers - all in
the same phalanx, drifting mysteriously the air on spirit
horses, arriving when least expected. Black shields, furs
bear and wolf, shining blades, open wounds and ropes tied
around their necks; are Wuotan's pack of warges, the undead
and the - the immortal warriors of Ansuzgarda! The
werewolves haunt the sacred days of Yule in packs, looking
after the living; hail the sacred traditions, hail the of
the dead, the holy ritual of Wuotan, or face the wrath of
the Ansuz and the hooves of Sleipnir. the Ansuzgardaraiwo!