[Music: Tehort, Lyrics: Nattefrost]
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...
thunder, Hellish blizzard storms
Here snow will always fall... Black majestic Winter Magic
The evil frozen Moonlit
Here exist NO f*****g life! This is MY pandemonium!!!
The Unholy North
The Cold grip of Frost... of
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 rides towards the Unholy
Inhuman Coldness, Hellish winds
Black demons of the past
Norwegian Winter Hell...
Violent Battlecries, Perverted
Victorious echoes of War, Death and Despair...
Candle life of own blood, and Heathen Heritage..