Luyện nghe bài hát Down the Slopes of Death

Down the slopes of he rides
The eight hooves like drums
Darkness the crumbling sky
Invasion has

of flames greets his eye
He smells the fear and
Of dying men in
It can a man insane

All enemies his spear
No bow, nor axe do
All father rides out on of fear
When Heimdal sounds the

But on the waits his fate
Foretold in times
A beast with sharp teeth
And hateful, burning

Today, he'll his final breath
The god of all
His son will avenge his
Iormundr's will fall

He now what is to come
No use to try and run
is to be, let it be done
What is to be, let it be

He knows now is to come
No use to try and run
What is to be, let it be
is to be, let it be done

Today, he'll draw his final
The god of all
His son avenge his death
brother will fall

Down the slopes of he rides
The eight hooves like drums
Darkness reigns the sky
Invasion has

Down the slopes of death he
The eight hooves pound drums
Darkness the crumbling sky
No is the sun