Luyện nghe bài hát Hertogenwald

(Lyrics by Nornagest)
Across miles 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 middle age time, create lots of myths,
ancient cult, wrap of mysteries.
invaded by the Christian tribe.
we drive them back to the of impurity.
let them die in rotteness!
(narration CRONOS):
"Midnight are now engaged to our lust.
of SATHANAS, we are gathered for the one.
Frosted snow falls on faces,
colder than the of ice.
The benediction of the silver moon.
spiked crown shinning on these steps!"
Limburg, the Vesder to the black forest,
there stand the crypt where were invoked souls
they came from the to us.
to bless their legions in which they trust, for us
of the dark Pentagram.
Christianity is just a of time.
We'll them back to their Nazareth hills,
with the of SATAN!
Burning churches, jagged their whores.
to ashes, dust 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 Christian lies...
Oooohh! Lord of and fear of impiety...
It's time for us to drift in the tranquility.
Limburg, of my ancestors!!!
In the eternity of times worship you forever...