Luyện nghe bài hát From the Pagan Vastlands

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

At night, kissing the
children living in twilight
Like
named us so

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

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

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

Long forgotten
Whose names nobody now
their day to reborn
Their visions of the

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

Believe my
unremembrance
From and Water
the sacred woods

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

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