Luyện nghe bài hát The Holy Holt

[The Holy
The end is near!
nears the end
the foe is dead!
Consume his flesh and sip his
then:
'time the end... '
From hole his blood shed forth
none cares of source
of wood with its foliage-streams
rush rolling forth the

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

Holy Holt:]
How should know?

them!
them!

[The Holy
nears the end!

Their proved to be utterly crooked!

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

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

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

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

[The Holy
Our GOD prefers to dwell among the
he does reveal his orifice obliquely!
Dilapidated mill shows no
We will make up our
to be akin those trees!

To dwell in grove!
Amid the with shining leaves and fruits!
Admire sacred grove!
Make up mind
to be as as you can!

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

Holy Holt:]
We are not daunted by distance!
ride our horses toward clouds
in of roaring storm!

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

Holy Holt:]
All alone!
From ruin tomb in a 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 your swarm

Holy Holt:]
Time the end!
nears the end!

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

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

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

Deep down thy art thou
painting thy dauby
looks hell but does the same not a dreg!

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

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

Never...
never...

[The Holt:]
He found his way his kingdom

As one expect
left the gloomy wood for grove!

[The Holt:]
He found his way the heaven!
Again we have got our
in his high above!

All alone!
From ruin tomb in a 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 no victims
no their e'en
thus appear the of fallen one
...to turn his into the ruins
and reign and among the ruins he has done!

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

...through the sweet of these trees!
do taste their gifts!

[The Holy
oaks!
You've been meant by our 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 acorn of life and inside
of our
thus our mind!

we possessed!
We'll glorify all ways!

And all his
you nothing possessed!
nears the end!
Time the end!