Luyện nghe bài hát The Oak

In the of time,
turning eyes
the shadowy monumental
of the past,
following the up to the places,
where and mystery reign
some people many stones to the sun
in their silence.
A wind is blowing in my face
the ice of death.
Burnt alive victims the cromlec'h
in of my immortality.
on The Oak.
My is trickling down it
no light in this church made of
some men in are chanting their song
to the of Cernunnos.
on The Oak.
Oh you, God of Moon,
sanctify magis ritual.
In my heart there's the of glory,
in my the shine of the sword.
Oh you, God of Death, me from this fear,
I be your messenger,
rescue me from light.
Oh Mother Darkness, receive the son of and wisdom.
Crucified on The Oak, in of Esus.
The earth is imbued the blood of my God's enemies
and from a battle-cry is madly risen.
Far away the death-song is going on with the of the swords.
The fog is hiding our temples made of
and the Gods are silently for the event.
The encounter between our Pagan Devotion and the only god.
Ruins The Oak.
in oblivion.
Sealed up by the of reason.
Oh, cursed mortals, which is the right