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

This inside 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.

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

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

Upholder of the skies,
For too long has your name been
Despised,
Give us your strength and courage.
When we meet our nemesis.
On the that used to be,
The we called 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 EVER MORE,
Lay a hopeful gaze upon the sky