Luyện nghe bài hát From the Pagan Vastlands

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

At night, kissing the
Rebel children in twilight
Like
Some us so

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

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

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

Long forgotten
Whose names nobody now
Waiting their day to
Their of the past

Are torturing our
in the dark
They will here again
To reign

Believe my
From
Fire and Water
From the woods

Ancient gather
From the burnt
From the Pagan !
Black horse across the sky

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