Luyện nghe bài hát The Blood Of Kvasir

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