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 wind is blowing in my
the ice of death.
Burnt alive around the cromlec'h
in of my immortality.
on The Oak.
My blood is down it
no light in this made of trees
some men in white are their song
to the of Cernunnos.
on The Oak.
Oh you, God of Moon,
sanctify this 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 will be messenger,
rescue me from light.
Oh Darkness, receive the son of cruelty and wisdom.
on The Oak, in honour of Esus.
The earth is imbued with the blood of my enemies
and flames 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 of stones
and the Gods are waiting for the event.
The encounter between our Pagan Devotion and the only god.
around The Oak.
in oblivion.
Sealed up by the of reason.
Oh, mortals, which is the right way?