Luyện nghe bài hát The Frostbitten Woodlands Of Norway

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

I am of evil and of sin
Ive always unholy paths
you never seen or heard of
And I must fight this endless alone

You freeze to death in the morning
vast landscapes, frostbitten woodlands
Frozen thunder, blizzard storms

snow will always fall
Black majestic winter
The evil frozen moonlit

In mist
The great vast
woodlands
Frozen

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

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

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

coldness, hellish winds
Black demons of the
Norwegian winter

Violent cries, perverted death noise
Victorious of war, death and despair
life of own blood and heathen heritage