Luyện nghe bài hát The Horns of Gefrin

Flame's adoration deep
of the Volur crusted in soot
Bones mutter their legacy
barrow smite the heavenly

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

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

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

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

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

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