Luyện nghe bài hát The Horns of Gefrin

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

Conscript of ancient ways their demise
Crystal eyes, hold despise, in hundreds arise

Virility and rage, from the stone and age
Earthen bell, burial cage, in blood assuage

Restless upsurge, war drums pace their trudge
soil drinks the carnage

Resurrection tolls, god has no
Deathless and divine soul
(This) foul bishop who at Glen
Feel the of heathens return once again

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

Gefrin is alive, the old forever thrive
Lavish in death the Henge to their hive
Birthright reborn, a restored
Death to your flock, by Gefrin's horde