Luyện nghe bài hát Clash of the Elder

I saw
Laws of the
I saw the world with

I saw the
Scorching flames of
I saw the tide

I the wisdom
The nature of
I and gave my eye

I saw the
Granted the truth
I felt the to die

Ride, of war,
to the Vanir

Swordsting and axe of
with us now
Swordsong roar to call

"Wonders of my
We crave a mound
A thousand to them all"

Brothers of
The is a wound
A wound bleeds and burns

I saw my
of creators
All for what thus learns

Ride, of war,
death to the

of wonders
Crafted by
break from the sky

Fall to your now
Bow me now
Those who will die

Spit in this jar of
who swear alligiance
Brave or ready to die

Thus was
A scent of and poetry
Storyteller of the

Ride, of war,
death to the