From the ice-cold Norwegian Hills From the frozen Silver Mountain And from my world I consider you a speck I am born of evil and of sin I've always walked unholy paths That you've 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 thunder, hellish blizzard storm Here snow will always fall... Black majestic winter magic Evil frozen moonlit nights In morning mist, the great vast landscapes, Frostbitten woodlands, frozen thunder Here exists no FUCKING GOD! This is my pandemonium! The Ungodly 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 ... 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 battlecries, perverted deathnoise Victorious echoes of war, death and despair ... Candle life of own blood, and heathen heritage.