Luyện nghe bài hát Hertogenwald

(Lyrics by Nornagest)
Across many miles to land, frison's born and
Belgian frontiers, snow are raging...
Tryggvasons are near, the white fields separate us.
Christian! gonna die by our frost!
At middle age time, Limburg create of myths,
ancient pagan cult, of mysteries.
invaded by the Christian tribe.
we drive back to the fields of impurity.
let them die in rotteness!
(narration CRONOS):
"Midnight paths are now to our lust.
of SATHANAS, we are gathered for the one.
Frosted snow falls on faces,
colder than the of ice.
The unholy benediction of the moon.
spiked shinning on these marble steps!"
Limburg, across the Vesder to the forest,
there stand the crypt where were invoked demonic
they came the Gehenna to us.
to bless their legions in they trust, praying for us
of the dark Pentagram.
Christianity is just a of time.
We'll drive them to their Nazareth hills,
the solicitude of SATAN!
Burning churches, jagged their whores.
Ashes to ashes, to dust...
As please us to rip them off like porks!
battles, the ancient Belgian war.
The war sanity... Without mercy...
A war for an era Christian lies...
Oooohh! of lust and fear of impiety...
It's for us to drift in the dark tranquility.
Limburg, of my ancestors!!!
In the eternity of times I'll you forever...