Luyện nghe bài hát Freya

A of fire and an axe of cold
Vision of the has foretold
Armies on the battle-plain
All fall and earth will die in flame

on the battle-plain
We will die in

In Falcon's feathers overhead
Choosing warriors the dead
written in the runes of crones
Freya upon her golden throne

her golden throne
We for her alone
Call us your hall
Take us your thrall

The rages, bit they fight in vain
When all is done it begin again