Luyện nghe bài hát Ahti

At the time of
Nature bathes in
In it waits
For the force

In the of Ainola
The true king of dark
Lurks his mistress

Under the of a blue lake
Dwells the mighty
Sailors praise the glorious
The ruler of tides,

At the of a northern land
Pray men
Destruction for the fools
A for humble souls

The lurker of the seas
Is of the sacrifice
The are calm
Today no storm shall

Foreign ship filled infidels
They listen to the northern men
From a dead calm storm rise
And they'll the wrath of the sea

Take that your heir
turn out too proud
Or your bloodline drown
Into a vast