Luyện nghe bài hát Ancient Sign of the Coming Storm

Dar tog en vind
Skeppet, sa att
fordes med
Till mot tva kungar

De kungarna
med pilskott
Ordlost I
buller rackte

Blood red bows the waves
Dragon grin
Twenty ships with Norsemen
the northern wind

They left shores at early dawn
As a red sun was rising in the
An ancient of coming storm
Thunder of and shield

Sails in the south
Now every man
The sea will be by blood
is drawing near

A mighty fleet of forty
Two kings bring lethal
No spoken between enemies
Just thunder of and shield

A rain of darkens the sun
A of wood and steel
shields and flesh the arrows run
Bringing to their knees

A war-cry as Heimdal's horn
Fills the air
This is the where heroes are born
And where is always near

it comes the mighty storm
Every man
Now is when heroes are
is no turning back