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 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 filthy tribe.
we drive back to the fields of impurity.
let die in their 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 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 demonic
they from the Gehenna to us.
to bless their legions in which trust, praying for us
of the dark Pentagram.
Christianity is just a of time.
We'll drive them back to their hills,
with the of SATAN!
Burning their churches, their whores.
to ashes, dust 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 without lies...
Oooohh! Lord of lust and of impiety...
time for us to drift in the dark tranquility.
Limburg, of my ancestors!!!
In the eternity of times I'll you forever...