Luyện nghe bài hát Hertogenwald

(Lyrics by Nornagest)
Across miles to German's 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 age time, Limburg create lots of myths,
pagan cult, wrap of mysteries.
invaded by the filthy tribe.
we them back to the fields of impurity.
let them die in rotteness!
(narration CRONOS):
"Midnight are now engaged to our lust.
of SATHANAS, we are gathered for the one.
Frosted snow on cadaveric faces,
colder than the of ice.
The unholy 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 just a of time.
We'll drive them to their Nazareth hills,
the solicitude of SATAN!
Burning their churches, jagged whores.
to ashes, dust to dust...
As please us to rip them off like porks!
Tryggvasons battles, the ancient war.
The war without sanity... mercy...
A war for an era without lies...
Oooohh! Lord of and fear of impiety...
It's time for us to in the dark tranquility.
Limburg, of my ancestors!!!
In the eternity of times worship you forever...