Luyện nghe bài hát From The Pagan Vastlands 2000

From the land which hasn't yet
the history
From the depths of we are bringing
our name
As night, kissing the
-rebel children in twilight
wolves...
...some us so...

union people from the sign
Of the moon
To crush the golden walls of heaven
To strangle the
Th the lands of mighty
Others even think us with fear
We a state with a sword
In ours hands Roma nothing
In the of Slavs

Today forests sing the legend
forgotten spirits
Whose nobody remembers now
Waiting their day to
Their visions of
Are torturing our
Whispering in the
will come again
To reign
Believe my

From
From and Water
Ancient powers
From the Arcona
...From the Vastlands!

Black rides across the sky
a sword we will open the amber gates of Nawia!

Dzieci Svantevitha Chrystusa!
Svantevitha nienawidza boga-kryza!