Luyện nghe bài hát Mountain God

Behold the dismal hall beneath the black
and the great ebony throne in the
middle of it. See the god sitting upon
this and holding in his hand a golden
full of human suffering and fear. Once
god of joy he became god of pain... By the
of Young Gods. The sword on the altar
the throne... The of blue magical steel...
The Great of Power... My disciple, it
must be yours! Tortured victims all the hall
before the throne Losing the of mind and
soul with the parting groan Eyes blood,
mouth torn a scream and no one hears
Before this face, and grim, life
Winged creatures under the ceiling -
down they stare Harvest pain, and
bouncing there Mixed with gore it
makes the for the ancient god Raising
of Mountain King - dreadful lord Hagen,
disciple of Darkness... Step and take what
now is yours... The sword... And I will you
with my I gather the power for flaming
spell myself turning the world Gaining
true fire from the of Muspell Floods of the
time I distort Fire shines into eyes, hear
their cries dies, uncovers disguise, see
their demise Trampling down mountain
you break to the throne their swords,
slashing apart with the grown Fire
shines, blind are eyes, your powers rise
dies, uncovers disguise, now take your
prize Before the throne you grab the -
finally yours You the chest of mountain
lord with no With their lord
disincarnated the servants of the
disappear And the souls of the finally
obtain their long waited Rejoicing in
afterlife Banished is the god - the body's
dead and spirit But no return for blood
that's shed and for painful groans Victims
into power that never dies Now it's
waiting for its to arise