Luyện nghe bài hát Back on Northern Shores

A thick fog ahead
The ocean's calm
Their ship glides on the silent
the unknown
He cannot around
For him it's too late
He puts his back the oar
And towards his fate

The ship cuts
The milk white
the blind they clearly hear
The oar strokes of their mighty
Battle's drawing
His heart pounds and wild
He's waited for day
Then suddenly a head
out of the haze

Back on the Northern
as he once swore
He to return
And to them burn

Then a wind picks up
It sweeps the mist
A viking fleet appears
they wait
"Death or victory!"
Words by which they
No back! In for the kill!
Led by thy command!

"All men grab your swords and
The lay ahead!
make this bay our battlefield
and the waves with dead!"
then descends
Day turns night
A cloud of thousand arrows
Fills the sky

With violent
The two fleets
The battle now
Cries of war as weapons
who will win

Thunder rolls the waves
Lightning the sky
Clouds hail big as grapes
As are let fly

Hear the roar!
call to mighty Thor!
The fury in their eyes
Will burn more
the weapons sing!
Feel the sting!
They climb onto the Earl's great
And begin to

The is fierce as they attack
With and axe, no guts, no glory!
Arrow pierced, they won't down
They battle on with and fury
it turns
The flanking ships way
And soon they are
Standing firm! 'til death!
refuse to die like cattle

Fighting for his
No barred
So close to
but yet so far

Then he stands him
It's like the fades
He sees his father's
As he's struck into the

Back on shores
as he once sword
He has met his
In cold dark waves

He to clouds up high
A dead and stare
She comes out of the
See the chariot
Standing on the
He her silent call
Freja leads him the door
the great hall