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