Luyện nghe bài hát Ansuzgardaraiwo

Voices from the world can be heard through the dark
winternights, the heartbeats of the spirit. It is the twelve
days of Yule. Dark shapes can be seen in the sky; of
death. They suddenly charge down from the clouds in
kings and chieftains, thieves and murderers - all in
the same phalanx, mysteriously through the air on spirit
horses, arriving when expected. Black shields, furs from
bear and wolf, shining blades, wounds and ropes still tied
around their necks; they are pack of warges, the undead
and the dead - the warriors of Ansuzgarda! The
werewolves haunt the sacred 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 and the hooves of Sleipnir. Face the Ansuzgardaraiwo!