Luyện nghe bài hát From the Pagan Vastlands

From the land which enter yet
the history
From the depths of we are bringing
our name

At night, kissing the
Rebel children living in
wolves
Some us so

with people from the sign
Of the
To crush the walls of
heaven,

To the pestilence
To the of the mighty Empire
Others even about with fear
We a state with sword

In our
Roma nothing
In the land of !
Today forests about the legend,

forgotten spirits
Whose names remembers now
their day to reborn
Their of the past

Are our souls
in the dark
They come here again
To reign

my words
From
From and Water
the sacred woods

Ancient Wolves
the burnt Arkona
From the Pagan !
Black horse across the sky

With a sword we open the amber gates of Nawia
Dzieci Svantevitha Chrystusa
Svantevitha nienawidza boga-krzyza