Luyện nghe bài hát Mountain God

Behold the vast dismal 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
full of human suffering and fear. Once
god of joy he became god of pain... By the
of Young Gods. The sword on the altar
the throne... The of blue magical steel...
The Great of Power... My disciple, it
must be yours! victims fill all the hall
the throne Losing the rest of mind and
soul with the groan Eyes gushing blood,
mouth with a scream and no one hears
Before this face, and grim, life
disappears creatures under the ceiling -
down they Harvest pain, fear and
suffering bouncing there with gore it
makes the drink for the god Raising
of Mountain King - dreadful lord Hagen,
disciple of Darkness... Step forth and what
now is yours... The sword... And I help you
with my force I gather the for flaming
spell Around myself turning the world
true fire from the heart of Floods of the
time I distort Fire into their eyes, hear
their Dusk dies, uncovers disguise, see
their demise Trampling down guards
you to the throne Crushing their 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 You pierce the chest of mountain
with no remorse With their lord
disincarnated the servants of the
And the souls 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 groans Victims death
turned into power that never Now it's
waiting for its to arise