Luyện nghe bài hát Skjeldenland

Thundering through the endless
let by the of the Bjallarhorn,
they from beyond the Skjeldenland.
Clinching their swords they attack
hearing the Heimdall's sign to charge,
the sign to ride Skjeldenland.
with the roman dominion,
they hail the of the pagandom,
burning down the churches their pagan fire
they do it with northern hate,
piling temples of the feeble Christ,
They steal the call in offering to Odin.
Hailing under the blackened skies of
the claw signed the northern hordes
to charge, to ride all over the
their Viking victories in Flanders
as they have the Vlanderesns striders
who are to keep the Flemish empire.
A silver fullmoon glows on a winter
sometimes by clouds and Midgard's fire
reflecting and resounding with strikes
all over the pagan of the Skjeldenland.
Freezing, icecold, pagan fullmoon, nights
Northwinds are howling like hungry
they victimize, but the horde invade the frozen winter.
They pile the profaned and hail the pagan fire,
are their paths from the Hordanes land.
Rising their swords, they conquer the Skjeldenland.
Skjeldenland!!!