Luyện nghe bài hát The Holy Holt

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

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

[The Holy
How should they

them!
them!

[The Holy
Time the end!

Their scripts proved to be crooked!

[The Holt:]
will clear away all your memories!
They will confound your with deadly disease!
Only will march with you hand in hand
to your dreams
behold them the end!

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

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

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

[The Holt:]
Our GOD prefers to dwell the ruins
he does reveal his orifice obliquely!
Dilapidated mill shows no
We will make up our
to be akin sacred trees!

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

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

[The Holt:]
We are not by such 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!

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 abet your

[The Holy
nears the end!
Time the end!

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

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

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

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

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

Shine on than the sun anon
chasing hoax-horizons
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 gloomy for grove!

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

All alone!
From tomb in a forgotten land
seen through the 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 remains e'en
thus the hand of fallen one
...to turn his concubine the ruins
and reign and rule among the he has done!

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

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

[The Holy
oaks!
You've been by our lord for us
like sacred
us your life with wisdom of yours!
It is not to be at that
we are to become inaccessible for curse!
We win!
the acorn of life and religion inside
of our
thus our mind!

we possessed!
We'll glorify all ways!

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