Carpathian Forest - The Frostbitten Woodlands Of Norway текст песни

From the ice-cold norwegian hills
From the frozen silver mountain
And from my world
I consider you as dead...
I am born of evil and of sin
And I always walked unholy paths
That you never seen or heard of...
And I must fight this endless battle alone...

You freeze to death
In morning mist
Great vast landscape
Frostbitten woodlands
Frozen tundra
Hellish blizzard storms
Here snow will always fall
Black majestic winter magic
The evil frozen moonlit nights

There exists no fucking God!!!
This is my Pandaemonium!!!
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
The direction of the cold winds
Brings the putrid smell of death
And heretics and devils stand up
And ride towards 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
Candlelight, by own blood
And heathen heritage