Luyện nghe bài hát The Holy Holt

[The Holt:]
The end is near!
nears the end
the foe is dead!
Consume his flesh and sip his
then:
'time the end... '
From furtive hole his blood forth
none of misty source
of wood with its foliage-streams
rush forth the vaults

Our utmost foe is to be to rack and ruin!
Now
we'll destroy his has been created
in devious way!
We'll shred array
of his false prophets led our astray!

[The Holt:]
How should they

them!
them!

[The Holy
nears the end!

Their proved to be utterly crooked!

[The Holy
They clear away all your memories!
They will confound your limbs with disease!
they will march with you hand in hand
to derail dreams
behold them the end!

The end is near!
appeared
to reign among the kings!

But to no avail!
It's not e'en and sick
on the contrary
Its head is nowhere to be
it even speak so gear it up as horse!

To be its corpse!
And if you please exert yourself to ride trunk!

[The Holy
Our GOD prefers to among the ruins
thus he does his orifice obliquely!
Dilapidated mill shows no
We will up our mind
to be akin sacred trees!

To in silent grove!
Amid the trees with leaves and fruits!
Admire this grove!
Make up mind
to be as as you can!

Oh please avoid wishes
to know the way our savior to be reborn!

[The Holt:]
We are not by such distance!
ride our horses toward clouds
in of roaring storm!

All alone!
From tomb in a forgotten land
seen the eyes of the dead!

[The Holy
All alone!
ruin tomb in a forgotten land...

So there is nothing for it but to do your
to be dead!

How I be...
My
me the way!
How shall I to dust...
My
me the way
I can abet your

[The Holy
Time the end!
nears the end!

He has done alone
all alone!
From a ruin tomb in a land
He'll be dead!

All alone he escaped
of those saints!
He them all not resentful but dead!
All alone he came up behind
no one sow
no one gloating over the senseless corpse...
He has done alone
all alone!
Fallen one leaves no undone!
But no one knows

how did he
showing to their ways!
to survive
for there was so at stake!
Time the end!
nears the end!

Deep down thy art goest
thy dauby picture
looks like hell but the same not a dreg!

For w-horse of yours
only ill-gotten
so they to be ill-spent!
(so say in either case)

Shine on than the sun anon
chasing your
denizens of path you've searched for
not to be led astray in anyway...
Never...

Never...
never...

[The Holy
He his way into his kingdom

As one expect
he's left the gloomy for grove!

Holy Holt:]
He found his way the heaven!
Again we have got our
in his place above!

All alone!
From ruin in a forgotten land
seen through the of the dead!
All alone!
From tomb in a forgotten land
you came so gloriously to be (dead) the One!

For fallen leave no victims
no remains e'en
thus the hand of fallen one
...to his concubine into the ruins
and reign and rule the ruins he has done!

The Holy Holt Sacred Grove
We have done this
all alone!

...through the sweet Eucharist of trees!
Brothers do their gifts!

[The Holy
oaks!
You've meant by our lord for us
like trees
Give us your life with of yours!
It is not to be at that
we are to become for deadly curse!
We win!
With the of life and religion inside
of our
thus our mind!

we possessed!
We'll all your ways!

And all his
you daunted possessed!
Time the end!
nears the end!