Luyện nghe bài hát Tattered Banners and Bloody Flags

There comes Lopt, the
for revenge
He the legions of the dead
Towards the realm

The march in full battle
With faces and pale
Tattered banners and bloody
Rusty spears and

ring out, loud and harsh
From cracked and broken
Long forgotten cries
In strange and tongues

Spear and clash rhythmically
Against the broken shields beat
They bring their hate and
Vigrid's battlefield

There comes Lopt, the
He stands the God
His grim and ravenous
for their blood

Nowhere is longer
The earth under our feet
The great world tree
to its roots

Sons of gird the field
Behind them Midgard
Hrym's horde march Nifelheim
And then wolf returns

Heimdal grips the
He that dreaded note
Oden to quest the Norns
But their web is

The rides out to war
armor shining bright
Followed by the
See ride

is longer safe
The earth moves under our
The great tree Yggdrasil
Trembles to its

Sons of Muspel gird the
Behind Midgard burns
horde march from Nifelheim
And then Fenris returns