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
'time the end... '
From furtive hole his blood shed
none cares of source
of shady wood with its
rush forth the vaults

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

Holy Holt:]
How they know?

them!
them!

[The Holt:]
Time the end!

Their proved to be utterly crooked!

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

The end is near!
appeared
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 cannot so gear it up as horse!

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

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

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

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

Holy Holt:]
We are not by such distance!
We'll ride our horses clouds
in of roaring storm!

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

[The Holt:]
All alone!
ruin tomb 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 your

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

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

All alone he myriad
of those saints!
He left them all not but dead!
All alone he came softly up
no one sow
no one gloating over the senseless corpse...
He has this alone
all alone!
Fallen one no victim undone!
But no one ever

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

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

For prancing of yours
ill-gotten creatures
so ought to be ill-spent!
(so they say in case)

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

Never...
never...

[The Holy
He found his way his kingdom

As one would
left the gloomy wood for grove!

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

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

For fallen angels leave no
no their remains
appear the hand of fallen one
...to turn his 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 Eucharist of trees!
Brothers do taste 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 at that
we are to inaccessible for deadly curse!
We win!
With the acorn of and religion inside
of our
inside our mind!

we possessed!
We'll all your ways!

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