Luyện nghe bài hát From the Pagan Vastlands

From the land which hasn't yet
Into the
the depths of swamps we are bringing
Proudly our

At night, the moonlight
Rebel living in twilight
wolves
Some us so

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

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

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

Long forgotten
names nobody remembers now
Waiting day to reborn
visions of the past

Are our souls
in the dark
They will here again
To supreme

my words
From
From and Water
From the woods

Wolves gather
From the burnt
the Pagan Vastlands !
Black horse rides the sky

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