From the ice-cold Norwegian Hills

From the frozen Silver Mountain

And from my world I consider you a speckI 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.