Luyện nghe bài hát Mørk, Evig Vinter

[Music and Lyric:

I opphavs tider var ingenting, sand, ikke sj eller svale blger;
jord og opphimmel fantes der ikke, bare Ginnunga-gap og gras steder
Fra et urvesen av ble kuldeverden skapt
Frostjotner rr over kulde, og den svarte makt
Lange dager og tunge r skal der engang komme, for menneskenes tid i Midgard er
De skal fare til det dunkle svarte, i flammene og de ikke vil makte
Frostjotner vil fryde seg i galskapens ekstase, de vil bli nye mektigste rase
De skal verdens bnder, plyndre, drepe og fardmme

I nord slottet, til over tusner jotner
De ut mot landet, der alt skal st i brann

strid
Mrk, vinter
Pines i
mennesker der

For jotnenes kamp har begynt, mot det menneskene har
Her skal den mrke skjebne seire, for her skal feire
Mrk, evig

Det klinger i sverd, og store hammere
Skrik og hyl som i Nivlheim
fra jotner og menn flyter gjennom landet, og ryken fra brent skog stiger
i en eim
Frostjotner sloss som gale ulver, mens menn som redde sauer
Jotnenes makt har satt sitt p en engang grnn, flott jord
Ingen liv spares etter denne siste krig for her alle d p verste vis
Kvinner og menn, alle skal lide, til Nivlheim Slid de pines
I opphavs tider var ingenting, ikke sand, sj eller svale blger
Men n finnes det mrke, og evig vinter, for Frostjotnene har verden underlagt

I nord ligger slottet, til tusen jotner
De skuer ut mot deland, der alt str i

For kamp er vunnet, menneskene har forsvunnet
Her har den mrke seiret og Frostjotnene har feiret
Mrk, vinter
[frste vers fra Volusp]

translation:]

[Dark, eternal

In the time of there was nothing, not sand, not sea or cool waves
earth and heaven did not exist, just Ginnunga-gap, and grass
From a primitive creature of Giant- race, the cold was made
Frost giants command the cold, the dark and black
Long days and cruel years will someday arrive, for man's in Midgard is at an end
The shall wander into the gloomy darkness. Into the flames and they can not endure
giants will rejoice at the ecstasy of madness. They will become the worlds new,
most powerful
will guard the peasents of the world pillage, kill and condemn

To the North lies the
of over a giants
look towards the land
Where will be lit afire

War of
Dark, winter
Tortured in
people there

For the giants has begun, against what man has proclaimed
Here, the dark fate triumphant, for here the Frost giants will celebrate
Dark, winter

Swords, axes and large hammers sound. Screams and howls sing like in Nivlheim
The of giants & men will flow through the land, and the smoke of burnt forests'
in a black vapour
Frost giants fight like mad wolves men flee like frightened sheep
The giants' power has left its mark. On a once green and beautiful
No lives are spared this last war, for here all will die in the worst possible way
Women and men, all shall suffer, to Nivlheim through Slid tortured
In the time of origin there was nothing, not sand, not sea or cool
But now there is darkness, cold and eternal winter, for the Frost have
conquered the

To the North lies the castle, of over a giants
They towards the wastelands, where everything is lit afire

For the giants' battle has won, man has disappeared
Here the dark fate has triumphed, and the Frost have celebrated
Dark, winter
[first verse taken from