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

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

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

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

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