Luyện nghe bài hát The Holy Holt

[The Holt:]
The end is near!
Time the end
the foe is dead!
his flesh and sip his blood
Belch
nears the end... '
From furtive hole his blood shed
none cares of misty
of shady wood its foliage-streams
rush rolling the vaults

Our foe is to be gone to rack and ruin!
Now
we'll destroy his path has created
in devious way!
shred apart array
of his false led our flock astray!

[The Holy
How they know?

them!
them!

[The Holy
Time the end!

Their proved to be utterly crooked!

[The Holt:]
will clear away all your memories!
They will confound your with deadly disease!
Only they will with you hand in hand
to your dreams
behold nearing the end!

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

But to no avail!
It's not insane and sick
dead on the
Its head is to be found
it cannot speak so gear it up as horse!

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

Holy Holt:]
Our GOD prefers to dwell the ruins
thus he does reveal his obliquely!
Dilapidated shows no arrogance
We will up our mind
to be those sacred trees!

To in silent grove!
Amid the with shining leaves and fruits!
Admire sacred grove!
Make up your
to be as as you can!

Oh please avoid imprudent
to know the way our savior to be reborn!

Holy Holt:]
We are not daunted by distance!
We'll ride our horses toward
in of roaring storm!

All alone!
From ruin tomb in a forgotten
seen the eyes of the dead!

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

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

How I be...
My
me the way!
How shall I to dust...
My
me the way
I can abet your

[The Holy
nears the end!
Time the end!

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

All alone he escaped
of those saints!
He left all not resentful but dead!
All alone he softly up behind
no one sow
no one gloating over the senseless corpse...
He has done this
all alone!
one leaves no victim undone!
But no one knows

how did he
showing to their ways!
Strove to
for there was so at stake!
Time the end!
Time the end!

Deep down thy art thou
painting thy picture
like hell but does the same not a dreg!

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

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

Never...
never...

[The Holy
He his way into his kingdom

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

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

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

For fallen angels leave no
no their e'en
thus the hand of fallen one
...to turn his concubine into the
and reign and rule the ruins he has done!

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

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

[The Holt:]
oaks!
You've been by our lord for us
like sacred
Give us your with wisdom of yours!
It is not to be at that
we are to become 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!
Time the end!