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

One by one my people fell,
Under their deceptive spell.
How many 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 raise swords.
Behind the fields of blood,
There's a haven for us.
Deep the woods of the North,
Rises the Heathen Throne\"
[Kalevala]

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

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

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