Luyện nghe bài hát Sweoland Conqueror

In primordial times, when empty stared
Ymers death, before our triumphant dominion
There was
No sea, no
No earth, no

A frostcovered created
Bure, father of Bur, Bestlas

Bestla, of Boltorn
And of three
Oden, and Ve

assassins, Svears creators

Oden - spirit and you gave
- intellect was your gift
Ve - completed the heathen
And Sweoland sail to plunder

With as strong as the heart of Hrungner
They sat the world
of Ethelreds british isles
Conquerors of western
And crushers of Irish

The flesh of a giant bears the mark of their
And his blood carried them forth to

"Never before has terror appeared
as we now have suffered a pagan race"

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

chorus]

"Shrines were
were plundered
The of saints were trampled
The blood of was spilled"