Luyện nghe bài hát Jotunblood

Lyrics: Grutle Kjellson
Bottomless abyss,
without end before the Morning
of
the Empire's eleven rivers frozen
frost mist itself wide out
The gust from Nivlhel in the
fills the gap
Licking tongues of fire from the
boiling, venom
All has its origin in a source of

Your mind's own evil

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

Your own evil inner;

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