Luyện nghe bài hát Hertogenwald

(Lyrics by Nornagest)
Across many miles to 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 pagan cult, of mysteries.
by the filthy Christian tribe.
we drive them back to the 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,
than the cross of ice.
The unholy of the silver moon.
spiked shinning on these marble steps!"
Limburg, across the to the black forest,
there the crypt where were invoked demonic souls
they came the Gehenna to us.
to bless their legions in they trust, praying for us
warriors of the Pentagram.
is just a matter of time.
We'll drive them to their Nazareth hills,
with the of SATAN!
Burning their churches, jagged 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 without lies...
Oooohh! of lust and fear of impiety...
It's time for us to in the dark tranquility.
Limburg, of my ancestors!!!
In the eternity of times worship you forever...