Luyện nghe bài hát The Frostbitten Woodlands Of Norway

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

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

You to death in the morning mist
Great vast landscapes, frostbitten
Frozen thunder, hellish blizzard

Here will always fall
Black majestic winter
The frozen moonlit nights

In morning
The great vast
Frostbitten
thunder

Here exist no fucking
This is my
The north
The grip of frost
Cold grip of

Screams from tormented
in these towering mountains
The burning pain is meant to

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

Inhuman coldness, hellish
Black demons of the
winter hell

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