Luyện nghe bài hát The Blood Of Kvasir

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