Luyện nghe bài hát Hertogenwald

(Lyrics by Nornagest)
Across many to German's land, frison's born and
Belgian frontiers, storms are raging...
Tryggvasons battles are near, the fields separate us.
Christian! gonna die by our frost!
At middle age time, Limburg create of myths,
ancient cult, wrap of mysteries.
invaded by the filthy tribe.
we drive them back to the of impurity.
let die in their rotteness!
(narration CRONOS):
"Midnight are now engaged to our lust.
Sons of SATHANAS, we are for the one.
Frosted snow falls on faces,
than the cross of ice.
The unholy benediction of the moon.
spiked crown shinning on marble steps!"
Limburg, the Vesder to the black forest,
there stand the where were invoked demonic souls
they came from the to us.
to bless their legions in which they trust, for us
warriors of the Pentagram.
Christianity is just a of time.
We'll drive them back to their hills,
the solicitude of SATAN!
Burning their churches, their whores.
Ashes to ashes, to dust...
As they please us to rip them off 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 I'll worship you forever...