Luyện nghe bài hát The Death Of Wuotan

Drums of war sound. Warriors are gathered to on the Wigri?r
plain. Charging men, wolves, ravens and gods, worms and of
the plain is lit with fire. Blood is flowing, bits of
flesh, severed limbs, skulls and bodies lie strewn across
the plain. Screams cut the air, of anger and pain, the
sound of metal blades and armour clashing, smashing bodies.
Then, for a brief moment, stops. It is as if the
holds its breath. Wuotan has fallen on the Wigri?r
plain; by Fanjariho. For a moment the time stands
still. For Hail and Joy!