Luyện nghe bài hát The Holy Holt

[The Holt:]
The end is near!
nears the end
the foe is dead!
his flesh and sip his blood
Belch
nears the end... '
From furtive his blood shed forth
cares of misty source
of wood with its foliage-streams
rolling forth the vaults

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

[The Holt:]
How they know?

them!
them!

[The Holt:]
nears the end!

Their scripts proved to be crooked!

Holy Holt:]
They will away all your memories!
They will confound your limbs with disease!
Only they will with you hand in hand
to your dreams
them nearing the end!

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

[The Holy
Our GOD prefers to dwell the ruins
thus he does his orifice obliquely!
mill shows no arrogance
We will up our mind
to be those sacred trees!

To dwell in grove!
Amid the trees with leaves and fruits!
Admire this grove!
up your mind
to be as as you can!

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

[The Holt:]
We are not by such distance!
We'll our horses toward clouds
in defiance of storm!

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

Holy Holt:]
All alone!
From ruin tomb in a land...

So there is nothing for it but to do best
to be dead!

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

[The Holy
nears the end!
Time the end!

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

All he escaped myriad
of those saints!
He them all not resentful but dead!
All he came softly up behind
no one sow
no one heard over the senseless 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
thy dauby picture
looks like hell but 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 than the sun anon
your hoax-horizons
denizens of boggy path you've for
meant not to be led in anyway...
Never...

Never...
never...

[The Holy
He found his way his kingdom

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

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

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

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

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

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

[The Holt:]
oaks!
You've been meant by our for us
like sacred
Give us your life wisdom of yours!
It is not to be wondered at
we are to become for deadly curse!
We win!
With the of life and religion inside
of our
inside our mind!

we possessed!
We'll all your ways!

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