Luyện nghe bài hát Mountain God

Behold the dismal hall beneath the black
moutain and the great throne in the
of it. See the ancient 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 altar
the throne... The sword of magical steel...
The Great 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 groan Eyes blood,
mouth torn with a scream and no one
Before this face, and grim, life
disappears Winged under the ceiling -
down stare Harvest pain, fear and
suffering bouncing there Mixed gore it
the drink for the ancient god Raising
powers of Mountain King - lord Hagen,
disciple of Darkness... Step forth and what
now is yours... The sword... And I help you
with my force I the power for flaming
Around myself turning the world Gaining
true fire the heart of Muspell Floods of the
time I distort Fire shines into their eyes,
cries Dusk dies, uncovers disguise, see
their demise Trampling down mountain
you break to the throne their swords,
slashing apart with the strength Fire
shines, blind are eyes, your powers rise
Dusk dies, uncovers disguise, now take
prize Before the throne you grab the -
finally yours You pierce the chest of
lord with no remorse their lord
disincarnated the servants of the
disappear And the of the tortured finally
obtain their long waited freedom in
their Banished is the god - the body's
dead and spirit roams But no for blood
that's shed and for groans Victims death
turned into power that never Now it's
waiting for its hour to