Luyện nghe bài hát Sweoland Conqueror

In primordial times, when Ginnungagap stared
Before Ymers death, before our 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, creators

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

With will as strong as the heart of
They sat the ablaze
of Ethelreds british isles
Conquerors of Frankia
And of Irish strongholds

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

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

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

[Repeat

"Shrines were
Ornaments plundered
The bodies of were trampled
The of priests was spilled"