Luyện nghe bài hát Down the Slopes of Death

Down the of death he rides
The hooves pound like drums
Darkness the crumbling sky
has begun

Fields of flames his eye
He smells the and pain
Of men in agony
It can drive a man

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

But on the waits his fate
in ancient times
A with sharp yellow teeth
And hateful, eyes

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

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

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

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

Down the of death he rides
The eight hooves like drums
Darkness reigns the sky
has begun

Down the of death he rides
The eight hooves pound like
Darkness reigns the sky
No is the sun