Học Tiếng Anh Qua Bài Hát Có Phụ Đề: Heathen Throne

This hate inside me,
It is constantly growing.
Years of hollow lies,
pagan hatred rise.

They came with their troops,
Destroying land and roots.
Abominations under the sun,
They and their truth.

One by one my people fell,
Under deceptive spell.
How many sons of the
Northe, had fall?
Before our eyes could see;
This isn't how it should be!

\"Under the Northern star
We she'd our blood.
With the call of a battle horn.
We our swords.
Behind the fields of blood,
There's a haven for us.
Deep the woods of the North,
Rises the Heathen Throne\"
[Kalevala]

Upholder of the skies,
For too long has your name
Despised,
Give us your strength and courage.
When we meet nemesis.
On the shores that used to be,
The we called home.

Our land and faith are raped,
Somehow they're going to pay.

Grant your revenge,
We are not afraid of death.
Let none of them ever more, EVER MORE,
Lay a hopeful gaze upon the sky