Luyện nghe bài hát The Chant From The Eastern Lands

[cd 1 - Storms to

In the forests of dreaming
Old oaks up by the fullmoon's light
The coldness of dungeon the inside of wooden maze
From the womb of I was born
The witches in the hearts of my enemies
In the wilderness I took a pledge
Quickly I fell in love with the of steel
For waiting for its denudation
The triumph
The pure

I howl to the moon for in my battle
The moon, of purity, the essence of beauty
I the sun, rising again and again
In brightness of bloody light, holocaust
I hails from the northern side
of snow Carpathians
The light of nightmare, as a sign
I the iron powers, cavalry of my brothers
From the land of armageddish

I am the bard of lands...

I lead my for death struggle
In of victory my armies rise
tribes with fury of destruction
With axes reach the sky, hiding usurpator in their
the clouds, desecrating all the holiness
Hurt bodies on the snow, Pandemonium
This battle is a rebellion, of old traditions
Mythical hell is the paradise to the true
There they attain and sit high on the throne

Pagan become united
Mighty bards their long awaited silence
Slavs returned to their and woods
frights of heavenly hell dispelled
...I opened the door to the higher than knowledge
And took a long walk throughout the dimensions
As the sign of fullmoon, in damnation I rise

[Written by NERGAL