Luyện nghe bài hát Hertogenwald

(Lyrics by Nornagest)
Across many miles to German's land, frison's and
Belgian frontiers, storms are raging...
Tryggvasons battles are near, the white fields us.
Christian! gonna die by our frost!
At age time, Limburg create lots of myths,
ancient pagan cult, of mysteries.
invaded by the filthy tribe.
we drive them to the fields of impurity.
let them die in 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 crown on these marble steps!"
Limburg, across the to the black forest,
there stand the crypt were invoked demonic souls
they from the Gehenna to us.
to bless their legions in which trust, praying for us
of the dark Pentagram.
Christianity is a matter of time.
We'll drive them to their Nazareth hills,
with the of SATAN!
Burning their churches, their whores.
to ashes, dust to dust...
As they please us to rip them off porks!
Tryggvasons battles, the Belgian war.
The war without sanity... mercy...
A war for an era Christian lies...
Oooohh! Lord of and fear of impiety...
time for us to drift in the dark tranquility.
Limburg, of my ancestors!!!
In the eternity of I'll worship you forever...