Luyện nghe bài hát Mountain God

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