Luyện nghe bài hát Mountain God

Behold the vast dismal hall beneath the
moutain and the great throne in the
middle of it. See the ancient god upon
throne and holding in his hand a golden
chalice 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 sword of magical steel...
The Sword of Power... My disciple, it
must be yours! Tortured victims all the hall
before the throne the rest of mind and
soul the parting groan Eyes gushing blood,
mouth torn a scream and no one hears
Before this face, and grim, life
disappears Winged under the ceiling -
down they stare pain, fear and
suffering bouncing there Mixed gore it
makes the for the ancient god Raising
powers of Mountain - dreadful lord Hagen,
disciple of Darkness... Step forth and take
now is yours... The sword... And I will you
with my I gather the power for flaming
spell Around myself the world Gaining
true fire from the of Muspell Floods of the
time I Fire shines into their eyes, hear
their cries dies, uncovers disguise, see
their Trampling down mountain guards
you break to the throne Crushing swords,
slashing with the strength grown Fire
shines, blind are their eyes, your powers
dies, uncovers disguise, now take your
prize Before the throne you grab the -
finally You pierce the chest of mountain
lord with no remorse With their
disincarnated the servants of the
And the souls of the tortured finally
obtain their long freedom Rejoicing in
their afterlife is the god - the body's
dead and roams But no return for blood
that's shed and for groans Victims death
into power that never dies Now it's
waiting for its hour to