Luyện nghe bài hát From the Pagan Vastlands

From the land which hasn't yet
the history
From the depths of swamps we are
our name

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

Union with from the sign
Of the
To the golden walls of
heaven,

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

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

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

Are our souls
Whispering in the
will come here again
To supreme

my words
From
From Fire and
the sacred woods

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

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