Lyrics Hertogenwald - Enthroned

Hertogenwald

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!
«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 oftime
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…