From the ice-cold Norwegian Hills From the silver mountain And from My world I consider you Dead I am born of Evil and Sin And I always walked unholy paths That you never seen or heard of ...And I must fight the endless battle ALONE
You Freeze to death.. In morning mist.. Great vast landscapes, Frostbitten woodlands... Frozen thunder, Hellish blizzard storms Here snow will always fall... Black majestic Winter Magic The evil frozen Moonlit Nights
Here exist NO fucking life! This is MY pandemonium!!! The Unholy North The Cold grip of Frost... of Frost!!!!
Screams from tormented souls Echoes in these towering mountains The burning Pain is meant to last... The direction of cold winds brings the putrid smell of Death... All Heretics and Devils stand up and rides towards the Unholy Death...
Inhuman Coldness, Hellish winds Black demons of the past Norwegian Winter Hell... Violent Battlecries, Perverted deathnoise Victorious echoes of War, Death and Despair... Candle life of own blood, and Heathen Heritage..Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
