Luyện nghe bài hát Hertogenwald

(Lyrics by Nornagest)
Across many miles to land, frison's born and
Belgian frontiers, snow are raging...
Tryggvasons battles are near, the white separate us.
Christian! You're die by our frost!
At age time, Limburg create lots of myths,
ancient cult, wrap of mysteries.
invaded by the filthy tribe.
we drive them back to the 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,
colder the cross of ice.
The unholy benediction of the moon.
spiked shinning on these marble steps!"
Limburg, the Vesder to the black forest,
there stand the where were invoked demonic souls
they came the Gehenna to us.
to bless their in which they trust, praying for us
warriors of the Pentagram.
is just a matter of time.
We'll drive them to their Nazareth hills,
the solicitude of SATAN!
Burning their churches, their whores.
Ashes to ashes, to dust...
As please us to rip them off like porks!
Tryggvasons battles, the Belgian war.
The war sanity... Without mercy...
A war for an era without lies...
Oooohh! Lord of lust and of impiety...
It's time for us to drift in the tranquility.
Limburg, of my ancestors!!!
In the eternity of times I'll you forever...