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 white 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.
Sons of SATHANAS, we are for the one.
Frosted falls on cadaveric faces,
colder than the of ice.
The benediction of the silver moon.
crown shinning on these marble steps!"
Limburg, across the Vesder to the forest,
there stand the crypt where invoked demonic souls
they came from the to us.
to bless their legions in they trust, praying for us
of the dark Pentagram.
Christianity is a matter of time.
We'll drive them back to Nazareth hills,
with the of SATAN!
Burning churches, jagged their whores.
to ashes, dust to dust...
As they 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! Lord of lust and of impiety...
It's time for us to in the dark tranquility.
Limburg, of my ancestors!!!
In the eternity of times I'll you forever...