The Frostbitten Woodlands of Norway

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..