Luyện nghe bài hát The Holy Holt

[The Holy
The end is near!
Time the end
the foe is dead!
Consume his and sip his blood
then:
'time the end... '
From furtive hole his shed forth
none cares of misty
of shady wood with its
rush forth the vaults

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

[The Holt:]
How should they

them!
them!

[The Holy
Time the end!

Their scripts proved to be crooked!

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

The end is near!
Decline
to reign obliquely the kings!

But to no avail!
It's not insane and sick
dead on the
Its head is to be found
it even cannot so gear it up as horse!

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

Holy Holt:]
Our GOD to dwell among the ruins
thus he does his orifice obliquely!
mill shows no arrogance
We make up our mind
to be akin sacred trees!

To in silent grove!
the trees with shining leaves and fruits!
Admire sacred grove!
up your mind
to be as as you can!

Oh please imprudent wishes
to know the way our rose to be reborn!

[The Holy
We are not daunted by distance!
We'll ride our horses toward
in of roaring storm!

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

[The Holt:]
All alone!
From tomb in a forgotten land...

So there is for it but to do your best
to be dead!

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

[The Holt:]
nears the end!
Time the end!

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

All he escaped myriad
of those saints!
He left them all not but dead!
All alone he softly up behind
no one sow
no one heard gloating over the corpse...
He has done this
all alone!
Fallen one leaves no undone!
But no one ever

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

Deep thy art thou goest
painting thy picture
looks hell but does the same not a dreg!

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

Shine on brighter the sun anon
chasing hoax-horizons
denizens of boggy you've searched for
meant not to be led in anyway...
Never...

Never...
never...

[The Holt:]
He his way into his kingdom

As one would
left the gloomy wood for grove!

[The Holy
He found his way the heaven!
Again we have got our
in his place above!

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

For fallen angels no victims
no their remains
thus appear the hand of one
...to turn his concubine into the
and reign and among the ruins he has done!

The Holy Holt entering Grove
We have done alone
all alone!

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

[The Holt:]
oaks!
You've meant by our lord for us
sacred trees
Give us life with wisdom of yours!
It is not to be wondered at
we are to inaccessible 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 nothing possessed!
Time the end!
Time the end!