Luyện nghe bài hát The Blood Of Kvasir

A war ruled in times
Between the holy races, the and the Ases
When peace came, the deities
From a bowl filled spit rose Kvasir
"Wise he becomes, he the holy mead,
the of Kvasir, but not he who drinks
from the spilled mead dripped
the falcon"
Kvasir the father of
by dwarfhands he
From the blood of Kvasir they made the of poets, the holy drink
Fjalar and Galar murdered Gilling the Giant, the father of Suttung
Enraged, demanded justice to be fulfilled
The of Kvasir become the mead of Suttung
Grimne flew out Valhalla
In the of the falcon
To the Home of and to Nitberg
Bauge was decieved, and betrayed
Out Nitberg the falcon flew
Finally Kvasir should return to
But, when the mead disappeared, Suttung furious
Out, in the of the eagle he followed
Sadly, Grimne had to spill from his treasure
led to the making of the false poets
The falcon flew home to his
And Sutting flew the flames of Tjalve