Luyện nghe bài hát Skjeldenland

Thundering through the woods
let by the of the Bjallarhorn,
resounded from beyond the Skjeldenland.
Clinching their swords they attack
after hearing the sign to charge,
the sign to ride Skjeldenland.
Ending the roman dominion,
hail the restoration of the pagandom,
burning down the churches their pagan fire
do it with ancestral northern hate,
piling temples of the feeble Christ,
They the golden call in offering to Odin.
Hailing under the blackened skies of
the raven's claw the northern hordes
to charge, to ride all the Skjeldenland
Claiming their Viking in Flanders
as rival they have the Vlanderesns
who are daring to the Flemish empire.
A silver glows on a winter night
sometimes hidden by and Midgard's fire
reflecting and with Thor's strikes
all over the fields of the Skjeldenland.
Freezing, icecold, pagan fullmoon, winter
Northwinds are howling like wolves
victimize, but the Viking horde invade the frozen winter.
They pile the profaned churches and the pagan fire,
Asgardsveien are their paths from the land.
Rising high swords, they conquer the Skjeldenland.
Skjeldenland!!!