Hertogenwald


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







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