Luyện nghe bài hát Hertogenwald

(Lyrics by Nornagest)
Across many miles to German's land, born and
Belgian frontiers, snow are raging...
battles are near, the white fields separate us.
Christian! You're die by our frost!
At age time, Limburg create lots of myths,
ancient pagan cult, of mysteries.
by the filthy Christian tribe.
we drive them to the fields of impurity.
let die in their rotteness!
(narration CRONOS):
"Midnight paths are now to our lust.
Sons of SATHANAS, we are for the one.
snow falls on cadaveric faces,
colder than the of ice.
The unholy of the silver moon.
spiked crown 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
warriors of the Pentagram.
Christianity is a matter of time.
We'll drive back to their Nazareth hills,
the solicitude of SATAN!
Burning churches, jagged their whores.
to ashes, dust to dust...
As they please us to rip them off porks!
battles, the ancient Belgian war.
The war sanity... Without mercy...
A war for an era without lies...
Oooohh! Lord of and fear of impiety...
It's for us to drift in the dark tranquility.
Limburg, of my ancestors!!!
In the eternity of times worship you forever...