Luyện nghe bài hát The Blood Of Kvasir

A war ruled in times
the holy races, the vanirs and the Ases
When peace came, the deities
From a filled with spit rose Kvasir
"Wise he becomes, he the holy mead,
the blood of Kvasir, but not he who
the spilled mead that dripped
the falcon"
Kvasir the of poets
by he died
From the blood of Kvasir they made the meads of poets, the holy
Fjalar and Galar once Gilling the Giant, the father of Suttung
Enraged, demanded justice to be fulfilled
The blood of Kvasir become the of Suttung
Grimne out from Valhalla
In the shape of the
To the Home of Giants and to
Bauge was decieved, and Gunnlod
Out from the falcon flew
Finally Kvasir should return to
But, when the mead disappeared, Suttung furious
Out, in the shape of the eagle he
Sadly, Grimne had to spill from his treasure
Which led to the making of the false
The falcon flew to his domains
And Sutting flew into the flames of