Luyện nghe bài hát Jotunheim (English Version)

those white fields they over this land
at the sparkle of ice silently weep
all of mortals they know

and the bright sky throughout the north
raining hoar the woods
it conceals the stars and the sea in fire
mountains by thunder
halting the day, at night

for long the clouds traveled
restlessly swelling the waters
if the flame now melts the frost
just the stream we drift

those white fields they the night
silent of stone and of ice

the wind scatter the cold fair land
and the stream fall as snow
none living on these plains
the ice cold wind now the fair land

far away wind the clouds
carving mournful verses to
the sky leads the roamer astray
down by the white nothingness
thus curse the giants of and of ice
from here shall pass

should the trees be to ashes
should the shore be under the waves
no man can ever own this