Luyện nghe bài hát Mountain God

Behold the vast dismal hall beneath the
moutain and the ebony throne in the
of it. See the ancient god sitting upon
this and holding in his hand a golden
chalice full of human suffering and fear.
god of joy he god of pain... By the will
of Young Gods. The on the altar before
the throne... The of blue magical steel...
The Great of Power... My disciple, it
must be yours! victims fill all the hall
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, and grim, life
Winged creatures under the ceiling -
down they Harvest pain, fear and
suffering bouncing Mixed with gore it
the drink for the ancient god Raising
powers of Mountain King - lord Hagen,
disciple of Darkness... Step forth and what
now is yours... The sword... And I will you
with my force I the power for flaming
spell myself turning the world Gaining
true from the heart of Muspell Floods of the
time I distort Fire shines into their eyes,
cries Dusk dies, uncovers disguise, see
their demise down mountain guards
you break to the throne Crushing swords,
slashing apart with the strength grown
shines, blind are their eyes, powers rise
Dusk dies, uncovers disguise, now take
Before the throne you grab the sword -
finally yours You pierce the of mountain
lord with no With their lord
disincarnated the of the mountain
disappear And the souls of the finally
obtain their waited freedom Rejoicing in
afterlife Banished is the god - the body's
dead and spirit roams But no return for
that's shed and for painful Victims death
turned into power that never dies Now
waiting for its hour to