Luyện nghe bài hát The Frostbitten Woodlands Of Norway

Covered in ice Norwegian hills
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 this endless alone

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

snow will always fall
Black majestic magic
The evil moonlit nights

In morning
The great vast
woodlands
Frozen

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

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

Direction of cold
the putrid smell of death
All and devils stand up
And towards the unholy death

Inhuman coldness, winds
Black demons of the
Norwegian winter

Violent cries, perverted death noise
Victorious of war, death and despair
Candle life of own blood and heritage