Luyện nghe bài hát The Blood Of Kvasir

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