Luyện nghe bài hát Jotunblood

Lyrics: Grutle 1994
Bottomless abyss,
darkness without end the Morning
of
the Cold Empire's eleven rivers
mist spreads itself wide out
The gust from in the North
fills the gap
Licking tongues of from the South
boiling, venom
All life has its origin in a of

Your mind's own evil

Streams from Hvergelmes
united with nauseating of venom
The first, the Father of all
by the Two Elements
With he breeded
our proud
Our Force's deep roots
with energy the cattle's four rivers
A knife through the
A scream
A face foams
He wanders over Ymer's bones
All life has its in a source of

Your mind's own evil

If one all Midgard's knowledge
If the Woman swings her staff
One can not avoid one's
The chaos of the Force;

Music: Ivar 1994