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 born of and of sin
Ive always walked unholy
That you never seen or of
And I must this endless battle alone

You freeze to death in the morning
Great landscapes, frostbitten woodlands
Frozen thunder, hellish blizzard

snow will always fall
Black winter magic
The evil frozen moonlit

In mist
The vast landscapes
woodlands
Frozen

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

Screams from souls
Echoes in these mountains
The burning pain is meant to

of cold winds
Brings the putrid of death
All heretics and stand up
And ride towards the death

coldness, hellish winds
Black of the past
winter hell

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