Luyện nghe bài hát The Frostbitten Woodlands Of Norway

Covered in ice cold hills
From the mouth of mountain
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 this endless battle

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

Here snow always fall
Black majestic magic
The evil moonlit nights

In mist
The vast landscapes
woodlands
Frozen

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

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

of cold winds
Brings the putrid smell of
All heretics and stand up
And ride towards the unholy

Inhuman coldness, winds
demons of the past
Norwegian winter

battle cries, perverted death noise
Victorious echoes of war, death and
Candle life of own blood and heritage