Luyện nghe bài hát Hertogenwald

(Lyrics by Nornagest)
Across many miles to land, frison's born and
frontiers, snow storms are raging...
Tryggvasons battles are near, the white separate us.
Christian! You're die by our frost!
At age time, Limburg create lots of myths,
ancient pagan cult, of mysteries.
invaded by the filthy tribe.
we drive them to the fields of impurity.
let die in their rotteness!
(narration CRONOS):
"Midnight paths are now to our lust.
of SATHANAS, we are gathered for the one.
Frosted snow falls on faces,
than the cross of ice.
The unholy of the silver moon.
spiked crown on these marble steps!"
Limburg, across the Vesder to the forest,
there stand the crypt where were demonic souls
they from the Gehenna to us.
to their legions in which they trust, praying for us
of the dark Pentagram.
Christianity is a matter of time.
We'll drive them to their Nazareth hills,
the solicitude of SATAN!
Burning their churches, their whores.
to ashes, dust to dust...
As please us to rip them off like porks!
Tryggvasons battles, the ancient war.
The war sanity... Without mercy...
A war for an era without lies...
Oooohh! Lord of lust and of impiety...
It's for us to drift in the dark tranquility.
Limburg, of my ancestors!!!
In the eternity of times worship you forever...