Luyện nghe bài hát Hertogenwald

(Lyrics by Nornagest)
Across many miles to German's land, frison's and
Belgian frontiers, snow are raging...
Tryggvasons are near, the white fields separate us.
Christian! gonna die by our frost!
At middle age time, create lots of myths,
ancient pagan cult, of mysteries.
invaded by the filthy tribe.
we drive them back to the of impurity.
let them die in rotteness!
(narration CRONOS):
"Midnight paths are now to our lust.
Sons of SATHANAS, we are for the one.
Frosted falls on cadaveric faces,
colder than the of ice.
The unholy benediction of the moon.
crown shinning on these marble steps!"
Limburg, the Vesder to the black forest,
there stand the where were invoked demonic souls
came 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 back to their Nazareth hills,
the solicitude of SATAN!
Burning their churches, jagged whores.
to ashes, dust to dust...
As they please us to rip them off porks!
Tryggvasons battles, the ancient war.
The war sanity... Without 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 times I'll you forever...