Stormdene herjer midvinterstid Gjoer skogen vond aa ferdes i For kulde doeden raar Over det ganske land Og skodden er for tjukk Til aa skimte guds hus Aldri foer kjente jeg en kulde saa hard Aldri saa jeg et landskap saa doedt Gud har ingen gaver for soett av hoestens Speil Jeg innser kunsten i mit pinsel Det er vinter i norda Og sjelen svartner
Cold winds blowing, darkness fills the skies Fear is showing, panic in your eyes Unknown forces, from the heavens above Evil spirits, angelic shapes sent to destroy
Shapes of beauty, souls of rage Released from heaven's golden gates Their anger suppressed 2,000 years Hypocrisy is running through their veins
The angels...are out for your blood They cry out...a declaration of war A war...to wipe out mankind All evil...unleashed in this night
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Stormdene herjer midvinterstid
Gjoer skogen vond aa ferdes i
For kulde doeden raar
Over det ganske land
Og skodden er for tjukk
Til aa skimte guds hus
Aldri foer kjente jeg en kulde saa hard
Aldri saa jeg et landskap saa doedt
Gud har ingen gaver for soett av hoestens
Speil
Jeg innser kunsten i mit pinsel
Det er vinter i norda
Og sjelen svartner
Cold winds blowing, darkness fills the skies
Fear is showing, panic in your eyes
Unknown forces, from the heavens above
Evil spirits, angelic shapes sent to destroy
Shapes of beauty, souls of rage
Released from heaven's golden gates
Their anger suppressed 2,000 years
Hypocrisy is running through their veins
The angels...are out for your blood
They cry out...a declaration of war
A war...to wipe out mankind
All evil...unleashed in this night