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

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

They came with their troops,
Destroying land and roots.
Abominations under the
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;
isn't how it should be!

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

Upholder of the skies,
For too long has your name
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 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