Luyện nghe bài hát From the Pagan Vastlands

From the which hasn't enter yet
the history
From the of swamps we are bringing
our name

At night, the moonlight
Rebel children in twilight
Like
named us so

Union with people from the
Of the
To crush the golden of
heaven,

To strangle the
To the lands of the mighty
Others even think about with
We invaded a state sword

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

Long spirits
Whose nobody remembers now
Waiting day to reborn
Their visions of the

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

my words
From
Fire and Water
From the woods

Ancient Wolves
From the burnt
From the Pagan !
horse rides across the sky

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