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Covered in ice cold Norwegian hills From the mouth of silver mountain And from my world, I consider you as dead I am born of evil and of sin I?ve always walked unholy paths That you never seen or heard of And I must fight this endless battle alone You freeze to death in the 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 In morning mist The great vast landscapes Frostbitten woodlands Frozen thunder Here exist no fucking life This is my pandemonium The unholy north The cold grip of frost Cold grip of frost Screams from tormented souls Echoes in these towering mountains The burning pain is meant to last Direction of cold winds Brings the putrid smell of death All heretics and devils stand up And ride 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 |