Luyện nghe bài hát Heathenpride

Once a mighty king in a northern land
his enemies he fought with and iron hand.
So many tales were told, his a glorious sound,
"god-like he is" they said, and by no laws was bound.

Long ago in a land...

One day they came across the sea,
the man of the cross and camped a tree
which was a sacred one for all thy heathen hearts,
where sacrifices were given to their northern Gods...

The elder and wise men them
watched to all those
of the foreign men with swords in hand
...and the mighty was felled...

Some gone by and the elder men disappointed,
they found a grave a wooden cross upon.
So all gathered at a place near the sea at night,
all sat around their king, and a campfire gave it's light...

First words were spoken by a maiden of beauty,
she whispered silent words to Freya and to speak.
Her iceblue eyes filled with tears as she told all what happened
in the three days ago when two christian men raped her body...

Many people what happened and what was done by the christian men;
a girl was burned and three farmers died, nine children never seen again...

The drew his sword and saddled his black horse,
they gave a sacrifice to Odin and to Tyr, the Gods of war,
might before the morning of... Revenge!!!

The stars were from a dark black sky,
their swords the light of the moon,
torches burned red, the flames blazed up high,
the of their raid will come soon... Revenge!!!

As the sun at last arose crimson, the nordic sea,
they all stood in armour, with and sword,
and with certainty of was forever will be...

...a furore libera nos domine...

The bells of the christian tolled,
woke up so much to late,
two ravens high above watched this deeds
the steel becomes their fate...

After the most of the christian men
by the all were slayed,
the sun high above was shining
day of heathenpride...