Luyện nghe bài hát To Mount And Rove

I from the utter fields
shame on the tender shields
On my path I high
beneath the sky
The hate I carried, why!

I walked the rising Autumn
And cursed the Summer with the of Winter
Where my foes will in frost
A saga, not forever lost

I came from the utter
Carving on the tender shields
On my path I high
Declaring war the sky
The I carried, boiling within!

I mounted all the my eyes could count
And wherever the sun escaped sight

I drifted from the tarn
Til I saw my in a runic sign
Graven so deep in the bark
Of a lodge I sojourned ago

Crying my beneath the sky!