Luyện nghe bài hát The Holy Holt

[The Holy
The end is near!
nears the end
the foe is dead!
Consume his flesh and sip his
Belch
'time the end... '
From furtive hole his shed forth
none cares of misty
of shady wood its foliage-streams
rush forth the vaults

Our utmost foe is to be to rack and ruin!
Now
we'll destroy his path has been
in such way!
We'll shred array
of his false prophets led our astray!

Holy Holt:]
How they know?

them!
them!

[The Holt:]
Time the end!

Their scripts proved to be crooked!

Holy Holt:]
They will clear away all memories!
They will your limbs with deadly disease!
they will march with you hand in hand
to derail your
them nearing the end!

The end is near!
Decline
to obliquely among the kings!

But to no avail!
It's not e'en insane and
on the contrary
Its head is nowhere to be
it even speak so gear it up as horse!

To be its corpse!
And if you exert yourself to ride this trunk!

[The Holt:]
Our GOD prefers to dwell the ruins
thus he reveal his orifice obliquely!
Dilapidated mill shows no
We will up our mind
to be akin sacred trees!

To dwell in grove!
Amid the trees shining leaves and fruits!
Admire this grove!
Make up mind
to be as as you can!

Oh please imprudent wishes
to the way our savior rose to be reborn!

[The Holy
We are not by such distance!
We'll our horses toward clouds
in defiance of storm!

All alone!
From tomb in a forgotten land
seen through the of the dead!

Holy Holt:]
All alone!
From ruin tomb in a land...

So is nothing for it but to do your best
to be dead!

How I be...
My
me the way!
How I turn to dust...
My
me the way
I can your swarm

Holy Holt:]
Time the end!
nears the end!

He has this alone
all alone!
From a ruin tomb in a forgotten
He'll be dead!

All alone he escaped
of spluttering saints!
He them all not resentful but dead!
All alone he came softly up
no one sow
no one gloating over the senseless corpse...
He has done this
all alone!
Fallen one no victim undone!
But no one ever

how did he
to demons their ways!
Strove to
for was so much at stake!
nears the end!
Time the end!

Deep thy art thou goest
painting thy dauby
looks like hell but does the not a dreg!

For w-horse of yours
ill-gotten creatures
so they to be ill-spent!
(so say in either case)

Shine on brighter the sun anon
your hoax-horizons
denizens of path you've searched for
meant not to be led in anyway...
Never...

Never...
never...

[The Holy
He found his way into his

As one would
he's left the gloomy for grove!

Holy Holt:]
He his way into the heaven!
we have got our lord
in his high above!

All alone!
ruin tomb in a forgotten land
seen through the of the dead!
All alone!
From ruin in a forgotten land
you so gloriously to be (dead) the only One!

For fallen leave no victims
no remains e'en
thus appear the of fallen one
...to turn his concubine into the
and and rule among the ruins he has done!

The Holy entering Sacred Grove
We done this alone
all alone!

...through the Eucharist of these trees!
Brothers do their gifts!

Holy Holt:]
oaks!
You've meant by our lord for us
like sacred
Give us your life with of yours!
It is not to be at that
we are to inaccessible for deadly curse!
We win!
With the acorn of life and religion
of our
thus our mind!

we possessed!
We'll all your ways!

And all his
you nothing possessed!
Time the end!
nears the end!