Luyện nghe bài hát Mountain God

Behold the vast dismal hall the black
moutain and the ebony throne in the
middle of it. See the ancient god sitting
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 on the altar before
the throne... The of blue magical steel...
The Great of Power... My disciple, it
must be yours! Tortured fill all the hall
before the throne Losing the rest of and
soul the parting groan Eyes gushing blood,
mouth with a scream and no one hears
Before this face, bloodlustful and grim,
Winged creatures under the ceiling -
down they stare Harvest pain, and
bouncing there Mixed with gore it
makes the drink for the god Raising
powers of Mountain King - dreadful Hagen,
of Darkness... Step forth and take what
now is yours... The sword... And I help you
with my I gather the power for flaming
spell Around myself turning the Gaining
true fire from the heart of Muspell of the
time I Fire shines into their eyes, hear
their cries Dusk dies, disguise, see
their Trampling down mountain guards
you break to the throne Crushing swords,
slashing apart with the strength Fire
shines, are their eyes, your powers rise
Dusk dies, 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 of the mountain
disappear And the of the tortured finally
obtain their waited freedom Rejoicing in
their Banished is the god - the body's
and spirit roams But no return for blood
that's shed and for groans Victims death
turned into power that never dies Now
waiting for its to arise