Luyện nghe bài hát Mountain God

Behold the vast hall beneath the black
moutain and the great throne in the
middle of it. See the ancient god upon
this throne and in his hand a golden
chalice of human suffering and fear. Once
god of joy he god of pain... By the will
of Young Gods. The sword on the before
the throne... The sword of blue steel...
The Great of Power... My disciple, it
be yours! Tortured victims fill all the hall
before the throne Losing the of mind and
with the parting groan Eyes gushing blood,
mouth torn with a scream and no one
Before this face, bloodlustful and grim,
disappears Winged creatures the ceiling -
down stare Harvest pain, fear and
suffering bouncing there Mixed 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 help you
with my force I gather the power for
Around myself turning the world Gaining
true fire from the heart of Muspell of the
I distort Fire shines into their eyes, hear
their cries Dusk dies, disguise, see
demise Trampling down mountain guards
you break to the throne their swords,
slashing apart with the strength grown
shines, blind are their eyes, your powers
Dusk dies, uncovers disguise, now take
prize the throne you grab the sword -
finally yours You pierce the of mountain
lord no remorse With their lord
disincarnated the of the mountain
And the souls of the tortured finally
obtain their long freedom Rejoicing in
their afterlife Banished is the god - the
dead and spirit But no return for blood
that's shed and for groans Victims death
into power that never dies Now it's
waiting for its to arise