Luyện nghe bài hát Jotunblood

Lyrics: Grutle Kjellson
Bottomless abyss,
darkness without end before the
of
the Cold eleven rivers frozen
frost mist itself wide out
The gust Nivlhel in the North
the mighty gap
Licking tongues of fire the South
boiling, venom
All has its origin in a source of

Your own evil inner;

Streams from Source
with nauseating drops of venom
The first, the of all families
created by the Two
With he breeded
our ancestors
Our Primitive Force's deep
energy from the cattle's four rivers
A knife the dark
A shrill
A pale foams
He wanders proudly over bones
All has its origin in a source of

Your own evil inner;

If one seeks all Midgard's
If the Wise swings her staff
One can not avoid one's
The chaos of the Primitive

Music: Ivar 1994