Luyện nghe bài hát Mountain God

Behold the vast dismal beneath the black
and the great ebony throne in the
middle of it. See the ancient god upon
throne and holding in his hand a golden
chalice full of suffering 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 Sword of Power... My disciple, it
must be yours! Tortured victims fill all the
the throne Losing the rest of mind and
soul with the parting Eyes gushing blood,
torn with a scream and no one hears
Before this face, bloodlustful and grim,
disappears Winged under the ceiling -
down they Harvest pain, fear and
suffering there Mixed with gore it
makes the drink for the god Raising
powers of Mountain - dreadful lord Hagen,
disciple of Darkness... Step and take what
now is yours... The sword... And I help you
with my I gather the power for flaming
spell Around turning the world Gaining
true fire from the of Muspell Floods of the
time I distort Fire shines into their eyes,
their cries Dusk dies, disguise, see
demise Trampling down mountain guards
you break to the throne Crushing swords,
slashing apart with the strength Fire
shines, blind are eyes, your powers rise
dies, uncovers disguise, now take your
prize Before the you grab the sword -
finally yours You the chest of mountain
lord with no remorse With lord
the servants of the mountain
disappear And the of the tortured finally
obtain their long 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 groans Victims
turned power that never dies Now it's
waiting for its hour to