Luyện nghe bài hát Mountain God

Behold the vast hall beneath the black
moutain and the great ebony in the
of it. See the ancient god sitting upon
this throne and holding in his a golden
chalice of human suffering and fear. Once
god of joy he became god of pain... By the
of Gods. The sword on the altar before
the throne... The of blue magical steel...
The Sword of Power... My disciple, it
must be yours! Tortured victims all the hall
the throne Losing the rest of mind and
soul with the parting Eyes gushing blood,
torn with a scream and no one hears
Before face, bloodlustful and grim, life
disappears creatures under the ceiling -
down they Harvest pain, fear and
suffering there Mixed with gore it
makes the for the ancient god Raising
of Mountain King - dreadful lord Hagen,
disciple of Darkness... Step forth and take
now is yours... The sword... And I help you
with my I gather the power for flaming
spell Around myself the world Gaining
true fire from the of Muspell Floods of the
I distort Fire shines into their eyes, hear
their cries Dusk dies, disguise, see
their demise down mountain guards
you break to the throne Crushing 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 yours You pierce the chest of
lord with no remorse With lord
the servants of the mountain
disappear And the souls of the finally
obtain their waited freedom Rejoicing in
their Banished is the god - the body's
dead and roams But no return for blood
shed and for painful groans Victims death
turned into power that dies Now it's
for its hour to arise