Luyện nghe bài hát Sweoland Conqueror

In primordial times, when Ginnungagap stared
Before Ymers death, our triumphant dominion
was nothing
No sea, no
No earth, no

A stone created
Bure, father of Bur, Bestlas

Bestla, of Boltorn
And mother of
Oden, and Ve

Ymer's assassins, Svears

Oden - spirit and life you
- intellect was your gift
Ve - the heathen warrior
And Sweoland sets sail to

With will as as the heart of Hrungner
sat the world ablaze
Usurpers of Ethelreds isles
Conquerors of western
And of Irish strongholds

The flesh of a giant bears the of their tribe
And his carried them forth to glory

"Never before has such terror
as we now suffered from a pagan race"

"Nor was it possible
that such an inroad the sea could be made"

[Repeat

"Shrines desecrated
Ornaments were
The of saints were trampled
The blood of was spilled"