Luyện nghe bài hát The Oak

In the of time,
their eyes
toward the monumental
of the past,
following the up to the places,
power and mystery reign
some raised many stones to the sun
in their silence.
A warm is blowing in my face
the ice of death.
Burnt alive around the cromlec'h
in of my immortality.
on The Oak.
My blood is trickling it
no in this church made of trees
some men in white are chanting 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 eyes the of the sword.
Oh you, God of Death, rescue me this fear,
I will be 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 with the blood of my God's
and from a battle-cry is madly risen.
Far away the death-song is on with the crossing of the swords.
The fog is hiding our temples of stones
and the are silently waiting for the event.
The bloody encounter between our Pagan and the only god.
Ruins The Oak.
in oblivion.
Sealed up by the of reason.
Oh, cursed mortals, is the right way?