Luyện nghe bài hát Hertogenwald

(Lyrics by Nornagest)
Across miles to German's land, frison's born and
frontiers, snow storms are raging...
Tryggvasons battles are near, the white separate us.
Christian! gonna die by our frost!
At age time, Limburg create lots of myths,
pagan cult, wrap of mysteries.
invaded by the filthy tribe.
we drive them 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 falls on cadaveric faces,
colder the cross of ice.
The unholy of the silver moon.
crown shinning on these marble steps!"
Limburg, across the Vesder to the forest,
stand the crypt where were invoked demonic souls
they came the Gehenna to us.
to bless their legions in which they trust, for us
of the dark Pentagram.
Christianity is a matter of time.
We'll drive them back to Nazareth hills,
the solicitude of SATAN!
Burning churches, jagged their whores.
to ashes, dust to dust...
As they us to rip them off like porks!
Tryggvasons battles, the ancient war.
The war without sanity... mercy...
A war for an era without lies...
Oooohh! Lord of and fear of impiety...
It's time for us to drift in the tranquility.
Limburg, of my ancestors!!!
In the of times I'll worship you forever...