Luyện nghe bài hát The Frostbitten Woodlands Of Norway

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

I am of evil and of sin
Ive walked unholy paths
That you never seen or of
And I must fight this endless battle

You to death in the morning mist
Great vast landscapes, woodlands
thunder, hellish blizzard storms

Here will always fall
Black majestic magic
The evil moonlit nights

In mist
The vast landscapes
Frostbitten
thunder

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

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

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

Inhuman coldness, winds
Black demons of the
winter hell

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