Luyện nghe bài hát The Blood Of Kvasir

Lyrics by Kjellson 1996
A war ruled in ancient
the holy races, the vanirs and the Ases
When came, the deities united
>From a bowl filled spit rose Kvasir
"Wise he becomes, he drinks the mead,
the of Kvasir, but not he who drinks
the spilled mead that dripped
the falcon"
Kvasir the of poets
by dwarfhands he
>From the of Kvasir they made the meads of poets, the
holy
Fjalar and once murdered Gilling the Giant, the father
of
Enraged, Suttung demanded justice to be
The blood of Kvasir became the mead of
Grimne out from Valhalla
In the of the falcon
To the Home of and to Nitberg
Bauge was deceived, and Gunnlod
Out Nitberg the falcon flew
Finally should return to Asgard
But, the mead disappeared, Suttung became furious
Out, in the shape of the eagle he
Sadly, Grimne had to spill from his valuable
Which led to the making of the poets
The falcon flew to his domains
And Sutting flew into the flames of
Music by Bjrnson & Grutle Kjellson 1996