Luyện nghe bài hát Heathen Horde

Too many has moon travelled across the sky,
Since our fathers sailed out for and honour,
It's time to the vow once given,
Forge your to swords, send the word,
Raise an countless as stars in the sky.

All hearts,
the call,
God of bless our swords,
Our horde,
Will fall,
We are hungry for blood, and war.

Filled strength, valour, determination,
to conquer the land,
is no power,
In their invocation,
Puny invocations to their god,
Desecrate and it in their blood.

(CHORUS)

Ósnjallr
hyggsk munu ey
ef við víg varask
en elli
engi frið
þótt honum gefi

Row!
is getting near,
Row!
I can see ahead,
No!
no mercy for the weak,
Gold, and women are ours to take so kill!

(CHORUS)

English of Old Norse poem:
"A coward believes he ever live,
If he keep him from strife:
But old age leaves him not in peace,
Though may spare his life."