Luyện nghe bài hát The Holy Holt

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

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

[The Holy
How they know?

them!
them!

[The Holt:]
nears the end!

Their scripts proved to be crooked!

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

The end is near!
Decline
to obliquely 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 exert yourself to ride this trunk!

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

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

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

Holy Holt:]
We are not daunted by distance!
We'll ride our toward clouds
in defiance of storm!

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

[The Holt:]
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 shall I to dust...
My
me the way
I can abet your

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

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

All alone he myriad
of spluttering saints!
He left them all not but dead!
All alone he came softly up
no one sow
no one heard gloating over the 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 down thy art thou
painting thy dauby
looks hell but does the same not a dreg!

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

Shine on brighter than the sun
chasing your
of boggy 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 left the wood for grove!

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

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

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

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

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

[The Holt:]
oaks!
You've meant by our lord for us
like sacred
Give us your life wisdom of yours!
It is not to be at that
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!