Luyện nghe bài hát Hertogenwald

(Lyrics by Nornagest)
Across many miles to German's land, born and
Belgian frontiers, snow are raging...
Tryggvasons battles are near, the white separate us.
Christian! You're die by our frost!
At middle age time, Limburg create of myths,
pagan cult, wrap of mysteries.
invaded by the Christian tribe.
we drive back to the fields of impurity.
let die in their rotteness!
(narration CRONOS):
"Midnight paths are now to our lust.
Sons of SATHANAS, we are for the one.
Frosted falls on cadaveric faces,
than the cross of ice.
The unholy of the silver moon.
spiked crown shinning on these steps!"
Limburg, the Vesder to the black forest,
there stand the crypt where were demonic souls
they came from the to us.
to bless legions in which they trust, praying for us
warriors of the Pentagram.
Christianity is a matter of time.
We'll drive back to their Nazareth hills,
with the of SATAN!
Burning their churches, their whores.
to ashes, dust to dust...
As they please us to rip off like porks!
Tryggvasons battles, the Belgian war.
The war sanity... Without mercy...
A war for an era Christian lies...
Oooohh! Lord of lust and of impiety...
It's time for us to in the dark tranquility.
Limburg, of my ancestors!!!
In the eternity of times worship you forever...