Luyện nghe bài hát From the Pagan Vastlands

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

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

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

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

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

forgotten spirits
Whose names nobody now
Waiting their day to
Their visions of the

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

my words
From
Fire and Water
From the woods

Ancient Wolves
the burnt Arkona
From the Pagan !
Black horse rides the sky

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