Luyện nghe bài hát The Frostbitten Woodlands Of Norway

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

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

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

snow will always fall
Black majestic winter
The evil moonlit nights

In mist
The vast landscapes
Frostbitten
Frozen

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

Screams tormented souls
Echoes in these towering
The burning pain is meant to

Direction of cold
Brings the putrid smell of
All heretics and stand up
And ride the unholy death

coldness, hellish winds
Black demons of the
winter hell

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