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 god sitting upon
this throne and holding in his hand a
chalice full of suffering and fear. Once
god of joy he became god of pain... By the
of Young Gods. The sword on the before
the throne... The of blue magical steel...
The Sword of Power... My disciple, it
must be yours! Tortured victims all the hall
before the Losing the rest of mind and
soul with the groan Eyes gushing blood,
torn with a scream and no one hears
Before this face, and grim, life
disappears Winged under the ceiling -
they stare Harvest pain, fear and
suffering bouncing Mixed with gore it
makes the for the ancient god Raising
powers of Mountain - dreadful lord Hagen,
disciple of Darkness... Step and take what
now is yours... The sword... And I will you
my force I gather the power for flaming
spell Around myself turning the world
fire from the heart of Muspell Floods of the
time I distort shines into their eyes, hear
their cries Dusk dies, disguise, see
their Trampling down mountain guards
you break to the throne their swords,
apart with the strength grown Fire
shines, are their eyes, your powers rise
dies, uncovers disguise, now take your
prize the throne you grab the sword -
finally You pierce the chest of mountain
lord with no remorse their lord
disincarnated the of the mountain
disappear And the souls of the tortured
obtain their long waited freedom in
afterlife Banished is the god - the body's
dead and spirit But no return for blood
that's and for painful groans Victims death
turned into power never dies Now it's
waiting for its hour to