Luyện nghe bài hát Hertogenwald

(Lyrics by Nornagest)
Across many to German's land, frison's born and
Belgian frontiers, storms are raging...
battles are near, the white fields 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 them back to the fields of impurity.
let them die in rotteness!
(narration CRONOS):
"Midnight are now engaged 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 crown on these marble steps!"
Limburg, across the Vesder to the forest,
stand the crypt where were invoked demonic souls
they from the Gehenna to us.
to bless their in which they trust, praying for us
of the dark Pentagram.
Christianity is just a of time.
We'll drive them back to Nazareth hills,
the solicitude of SATAN!
Burning churches, jagged their whores.
Ashes to ashes, to dust...
As they please us to rip them off porks!
Tryggvasons battles, the ancient war.
The war without sanity... 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 I'll worship you forever...