Luyện nghe bài hát Jotunblood

Lyrics: Grutle 1994
Bottomless abyss,
darkness without end before the
of
the Empire's eleven rivers frozen
frost mist itself wide out
The gust from in the North
fills the gap
tongues of fire from the South
boiling, bubbling
All life has its in a source of

Your mind's own inner;

Streams Hvergelmes Source
united nauseating drops of venom
The first, the Father of all
created by the Two
With he breeded
our proud
Our Primitive deep roots
with energy from the cattle's rivers
A through the dark
A scream
A face foams
He wanders proudly over Ymer's
All has its origin in a source of

Your mind's own evil

If one seeks all Midgard's
If the Wise Woman swings her
One can not avoid one's
The of the Primitive Force;

Music: Ivar Bjrnson