Luyện nghe bài hát From the Pagan Vastlands

From the land hasn't enter yet
the history
From the depths of we are bringing
Proudly our

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

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

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

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

forgotten spirits
Whose nobody remembers now
Waiting day to reborn
visions of the past

Are torturing our
in the dark
They come here again
To supreme

Believe my
unremembrance
From and Water
From the woods

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

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