The Frostbitten Woodlands Of Norway

Tradução

Carpathian Forest

Compositor: Tchort

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!!

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