Luyện nghe bài hát Mountain God

Behold the dismal hall beneath the black
moutain and the great ebony in the
of it. See the ancient god sitting upon
this throne and holding in his a golden
chalice full of human suffering and fear.
god of joy he became god of pain... By the
of Gods. The sword on the altar before
the throne... The sword of magical steel...
The Sword of Power... My disciple, it
must be yours! Tortured victims all the hall
before the throne the rest of mind and
with the parting groan Eyes gushing blood,
mouth with a scream and no one hears
Before this face, and grim, life
disappears Winged under the ceiling -
down stare Harvest pain, fear and
suffering bouncing there with gore it
makes the drink for the ancient god
powers of King - dreadful lord Hagen,
disciple of Darkness... Step and take what
now is yours... The sword... And I help you
my force I gather the power for flaming
spell Around myself turning the world
true fire the heart of Muspell Floods of the
time I distort shines into their eyes, hear
their cries Dusk dies, disguise, see
their demise Trampling down mountain
you to the throne Crushing their swords,
slashing apart the strength grown Fire
shines, blind are eyes, your powers rise
dies, uncovers disguise, now take your
prize Before the throne you grab the -
yours You pierce 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 roams But no for blood
that's shed and for painful groans Victims
turned into power that never dies Now
waiting for its to arise