Luyện nghe bài hát The Frostbitten Woodlands Of Norway

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

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

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

Here snow will fall
Black majestic magic
The evil frozen nights

In mist
The great landscapes
Frostbitten
thunder

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

Screams from souls
in these towering mountains
The pain is meant to last

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

Inhuman coldness, hellish
demons of the past
Norwegian winter

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