Luyện nghe bài hát The Frostbitten Woodlands Of Norway

Covered in ice cold Norwegian
From the mouth of silver
And from my world, I you as dead

I am born of and of sin
Ive walked unholy paths
That you never or heard of
And I must this endless battle alone

You freeze to death in the morning
Great vast landscapes, woodlands
Frozen thunder, hellish blizzard

Here snow will always
Black majestic magic
The evil moonlit nights

In morning
The great landscapes
Frostbitten
Frozen

Here no fucking life
This is my
The unholy
The cold grip of
Cold of frost

Screams from tormented
Echoes in towering mountains
The pain is meant to last

of cold winds
Brings the putrid of death
All heretics and devils up
And ride towards the unholy

coldness, hellish winds
Black of the past
Norwegian winter

Violent battle cries, death noise
Victorious echoes of war, death and
Candle life of own blood and heathen