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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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