Luyện nghe bài hát Skjeldenland

Thundering the endless woods
let by the of the Bjallarhorn,
they resounded beyond the Skjeldenland.
Clinching with their swords attack
after hearing the Heimdall's to charge,
the sign to ride Skjeldenland.
Ending the roman dominion,
hail the restoration of the pagandom,
burning down the churches with their pagan
they do it ancestral northern hate,
piling temples of the feeble Christ,
They steal the golden call in to Odin.
under the blackened skies of Norway
the raven's claw the northern hordes
to charge, to all over the Skjeldenland
Claiming Viking victories in Flanders
as rival they have the Vlanderesns
who are daring to keep the empire.
A silver fullmoon on a winter night
sometimes hidden by and Midgard's fire
reflecting and with Thor's strikes
all over the fields of the Skjeldenland.
Freezing, icecold, pagan fullmoon, nights
are howling like hungry wolves
they victimize, but the Viking horde invade the winter.
They pile the profaned churches and the pagan fire,
Asgardsveien are their paths from the land.
Rising high their swords, conquer the Skjeldenland.
Skjeldenland!!!