Luyện nghe bài hát The Holy Holt

[The Holy
The end is near!
nears the end
the foe is dead!
his flesh and sip his blood
Belch
nears the end... '
From furtive hole his blood forth
none of misty source
of shady wood its foliage-streams
rush rolling forth the

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

[The Holy
How they know?

them!
them!

[The Holt:]
nears the end!

Their scripts proved to be crooked!

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

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

But to no avail!
It's not insane 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 to ride this trunk!

Holy Holt:]
Our GOD prefers to among the ruins
thus he does his orifice obliquely!
Dilapidated mill shows no
We will up our mind
to be those sacred trees!

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

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

[The Holt:]
We are not daunted by distance!
We'll ride our toward clouds
in of roaring storm!

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

[The Holy
All alone!
From ruin 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 I turn to dust...
My
me the way
I can abet swarm

Holy Holt:]
Time the end!
nears 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 them all not resentful but dead!
All alone he came softly up
no one sow
no one heard gloating the senseless corpse...
He has done alone
all alone!
Fallen one no victim undone!
But no one ever

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

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

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

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

Never...
never...

[The Holy
He his way into his kingdom

As one would
he's the gloomy wood for grove!

[The Holt:]
He found his way the heaven!
Again we got our lord
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 so gloriously to be (dead) the only One!

For fallen angels leave no
no their e'en
thus the hand of fallen one
...to turn his concubine into the
and and rule among the ruins he has done!

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

...through the Eucharist of these trees!
do taste 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 become inaccessible for curse!
We win!
With the acorn of and religion inside
of our
thus our mind!

we possessed!
We'll all your ways!

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