Luyện nghe bài hát Mørk, Evig Vinter

[Music and Lyric:

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

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

Tidenes
Mrk, evig
Pines i
der lider

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

Det klinger i sverd, kser og store
og hyl synger som i Nivlheim
Blodet fra jotner og menn flyter gjennom landet, og ryken fra brent stiger
i en eim
Frostjotner sloss som gale ulver, mens lper som redde sauer
Jotnenes makt har satt sitt spor p en 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 gjennom Slid de
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 ut mot deland, der alt str i brann

For jotnenes kamp er vunnet, menneskene har
Her har den skjebne seiret og Frostjotnene har feiret
Mrk, evig
[frste tatt fra Volusp]

[English

[Dark, winter]

In the time of origin 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 race, the cold world was made
Frost giants command the cold, the and black power
Long days and cruel years someday arrive, for man's time in Midgard is at an end
The shall wander into the gloomy darkness. the flames and chaos they can not endure
Frost will rejoice at the ecstasy of madness. They will become the worlds new,
powerful race
They will the peasents of the world pillage, kill and condemn

To the North lies the
of a thousand giants
They look towards the
Where will be lit afire

War of
Dark, eternal
Tortured in
people there

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

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

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

For the giants' battle has won, man has disappeared
Here the fate has triumphed, and the Frost giants have celebrated
Dark, eternal
verse taken from Volusp]