Luyện nghe bài hát Jotunblood

Lyrics: Kjellson 1994
abyss, Ginnungagap
darkness end before the Morning
of
the Cold Empire's eleven frozen
frost mist spreads wide out
The gust from in the North
fills the gap
Licking tongues of fire the South
boiling, bubbling
All life has its origin in a of

Your own evil inner;

Streams Hvergelmes Source
united with nauseating of venom
The first, the of all families
by the Two Elements
With he breeded
our proud
Our Primitive deep roots
with energy the cattle's four rivers
A through the dark
A shrill
A pale face
He wanders proudly over bones
All has its origin in a source of

Your mind's own evil

If one seeks all knowledge
If the Wise swings her staff
One can not one's origin
The chaos of the Force;

Music: Ivar Bjrnson