Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hertogenwald, artist - Enthroned. Album song Towards the Skullthrone of Satan, in the genre Метал
Date of issue: 11.02.2016
Record label: Dissonance
Song language: English
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… |