Luyện nghe bài hát Mountain God

Behold the vast hall beneath the black
moutain and the great throne in the
middle of it. See the ancient god sitting
this and holding in his hand a golden
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 of blue magical steel...
The Sword 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 and no one hears
Before this face, and grim, life
disappears Winged creatures the ceiling -
down they stare Harvest pain, and
suffering bouncing there Mixed with it
the drink for the ancient god Raising
powers of Mountain King - lord Hagen,
disciple of Darkness... Step and take what
now is yours... The sword... And I will you
with my force I gather the power for
spell Around myself turning the world
true fire from the heart of Floods of the
I distort Fire shines into their eyes, hear
their cries Dusk dies, disguise, see
their Trampling down mountain guards
you break to the throne Crushing swords,
slashing apart the strength grown Fire
shines, blind are eyes, your powers rise
Dusk dies, uncovers disguise, now your
prize Before the throne you the sword -
yours You pierce the chest of mountain
lord no remorse With their lord
disincarnated the servants of the
And the souls of the tortured finally
obtain their long waited 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
turned power that never dies Now it's
waiting for its hour to