Luyện nghe bài hát Hand of Glory

Ashen the world creates itself Up the branches down the roots at
by birds By gnawed At the crossroads By the graves among the
rowan trees Nailed white as ivory With skulls grin amidst the rot

For strange are these to fare Stranger the fruit they bear

Oh hang me high Upon that For all the secrets to find me As
ravens' claws As eagles' bills As Wotan's upon the hills Oh ten I
have of fine For all the evil's work in the night Oh baby I will
grow for you a tree

Burning with

Given to trolls and ogre broods Days drown in twilight's gloom
Where black dogs howl Pulling up Chained to the ash forever
Deaf to the world's grey roar Digging up treasures vile and foul

Eye for an eye for a rune Drawing down the waning moon at by all
wolves Ensnared 'til the day of

So hang me high that tree For all the secrets to find me As
ravens' claws As eagles' bills As Wotan's eyes the hills Oh ten I
have of fingers fine For all the evil's work in the night Oh baby I
for you from a tree

Burning glory

All crooks and who understand Cherish the work of idle hands All
of the pages turned All of the treasures All of the fingers

Burning Glory