Luyện nghe bài hát From the Pagan Vastlands

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

my words
From
From Fire and
From the sacred

Ancient Wolves
From the Arkona
From the Pagan !
horse rides across the sky

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