Luyện nghe bài hát Faustbitten

Free as the i roam the mount ainside
Following the of the chilling nortwind
We the brothers of the northern
Are wielding our swords in war

Countless bodies lies and torn
Death is to our hated friends
The fields of are drenched in blood
In the sky above the cry

Troughout times our is handed
father to son
So bow to the northern spirit
And be the one

Gather your and call for war
That is what we're for
Be the one to defy god
of land, destroyers of faith