Luyện nghe bài hát Thousand Years Of Opression

He on the windswept world tree
Whose roots no one
For nine days, he hung there
by Gugnir, his spear

Swimming in pain, he into the depths
And cried out in
out, he grasped the runes
Before falling back the abyss

He gave himself himself
In a world of sheering
Go that we all may our lives
By the that he gained

You doubted him and their lies
the world with sword in hand
You our souls and stole our right
All for the of mild-mannered man

You to mild-mannered god
And put your in deceitful words
powertrip was paid by blood
In name, you spilled our blood

I to submit
To the god you say is
I know right and it is time
It's time to fight and free our

Let me die fear
As I lived without it
So shut your mouth and spare my
I'm fed up all your bullshit

After a thousand of opression
Let the berserks again
Let the world hear these once more
"Save us, oh Lord from the of the Norseman"

Our spirits were forged in and ice
To bend like steel over fire
We were not to bend like reed
Or the other cheek

He grasped the runes, they're to use