🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Heathen Throne - Ensiferum

 This hate inside 
 It  constantly growing.
 Years of hollow 
 Made pagan hatred 
 
  came with their troops,
 Destroying land  roots.
 Abominations under the 
  and their poisoned truth.
 
  by one my people fell,
  their deceptive spell.
 How many sons  the
 Northe,  to fall?
 Before our eyes could 
  isn't how it should be!
 
 "Under the  star
 We she'd our 
 With the call of a battle 
 We raise our 
 Behind the fields  blood,
 There's a haven  us.
 Deep in  woods of the North,
 Rises the Heathen 
 [Kalevala]
 
 Upholder of  skies,
 For too long has  name been
 Despised,
 Give us your strength  courage.
 When  meet our nemesis.
  the shores that used to be,
 The  we called home.
 
 Our land  faith are raped,
 Somehow they're going to 
 
 Grant  your revenge,
 We  not afraid of death.
  none of them ever more, EVER MORE,
 Lay a hopeful gaze upon the