Luyện nghe bài hát The Horns of Gefrin

Flame's deep underfoot
Staves of the Volur in soot
Bones that mutter legacy
Obscure barrow the heavenly

Conscript of ways despite their demise
Crystal eyes, despise, in hundreds that arise

Virility and rage, from the and iron age
bell, burial cage, in blood they assuage

Restless warriors upsurge, war drums pace trudge
Wretched soil drinks the

tolls, god has no control
Deathless and divine soul
(This) foul bishop who defiled at
the rage of heathens return once again

The great hall echoes our revelry time
Shadow of the goat's horns so sublime

Gefrin is alive, the old gods thrive
Lavish in death from the to their hive
reborn, a legacy restored
Death to your flock, by ancient horde