Hertogenwald - Enthroned

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…