Luyện nghe bài hát The Blood Of Kvasir

Lyrics by Grutle Kjellson
A war in ancient times
Between the races, the vanirs and the Ases
When peace came, the united
>From a bowl with spit rose Kvasir
"Wise he becomes, he drinks the mead,
the blood of Kvasir, but not he who
from the spilled that dripped
the falcon"
Kvasir the father of
by dwarfhands he
>From the blood of they made the meads of poets, the
holy
Fjalar and Galar murdered Gilling the Giant, the father
of
Enraged, demanded justice to be fulfilled
The blood of Kvasir became the of Suttung
Grimne out from Valhalla
In the of the falcon
To the of Giants and to Nitberg
Bauge was deceived, and Gunnlod
Out from Nitberg the flew
Finally Kvasir should return to
But, when the mead disappeared, Suttung became
Out, in the of the eagle he followed
Sadly, Grimne had to from his valuable treasure
Which led to the making of the poets
The falcon home to his domains
And Sutting flew the flames of Tjalve
by Ivar Bjrnson & Grutle Kjellson 1996