Luyện nghe bài hát Hertogenwald

(Lyrics by Nornagest)
Across many miles to German's land, frison's and
frontiers, snow storms are raging...
Tryggvasons battles are near, the white fields us.
Christian! gonna die by our frost!
At middle age time, Limburg create of myths,
ancient cult, wrap of mysteries.
invaded by the filthy tribe.
we drive them to the fields 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 snow on cadaveric faces,
colder than the of ice.
The benediction of the silver moon.
crown shinning on these marble steps!"
Limburg, the Vesder to the black forest,
stand the crypt where were invoked demonic souls
they from the Gehenna 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 to their Nazareth hills,
with the of SATAN!
Burning their churches, jagged 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! of lust 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...