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 always walked paths
That you never seen or of
And I must fight endless battle alone

You to death in the morning mist
Great landscapes, frostbitten woodlands
Frozen thunder, hellish storms

Here snow will always
Black majestic winter
The evil frozen moonlit

In morning
The great vast
Frostbitten
thunder

Here exist no fucking
is my pandemonium
The unholy
The grip of frost
grip of frost

Screams from tormented
Echoes in these mountains
The burning is meant to last

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

Inhuman coldness, winds
Black of the past
Norwegian hell

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