🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Heathen Throne - Ensiferum

 This hate inside 
 It  constantly growing.
 Years of  lies,
  pagan hatred rise.
 
 They  with their troops,
 Destroying  and roots.
 Abominations under  sun,
  and their poisoned truth.
 
 One  one my people fell,
 Under their deceptive 
 How many  of the
 Northe,  to fall?
 Before our eyes  see;
 This isn't  it should be!
 
  the Northern star
 We she'd  blood.
 With the call of a battle 
 We  our swords.
 Behind  fields of blood,
 There's  haven for us.
  in the woods of the North,
 Rises the  Throne"
 [Kalevala]
 
 Upholder  the skies,
 For too  has your name been
 Despised,
 Give us your strength  courage.
  we meet our nemesis.
 On the shores that  to be,
 The place we  home.
 
 Our land and faith  raped,
 Somehow  going to pay.
 
 Grant us your 
 We are not  of death.
 Let none of them ever  EVER MORE,
 Lay a hopeful  upon the sky