Текст песни Throne Of Ahaz - Northern Thrones
Throne Of Ahaz - Northern Thrones слова песни
The air was so cold and pureI could almost touch the heart of its sinI turned my face against the skyNocturnal gates ruled this blackest nightI held my sword high...And drank the blood on its cold bladeIn a cyclone of infernal desireThe ancient northern warriors rose againThe pagan wind blowsThrough the mists of eternal hateBlack ravens flyRiding the winds of forgotten prideSo this night had come at last...Raped is the grace of the queen of loveI laugh as the whore criesHer tears of blood drown the frozen groundA northern kingdom roseAt the artic waste of eternal nightThis new aeon was... for the onesOf this northern throneI stood there alone at these mountainsCold winds of hate filled my wingsI flew through this winter night(Knowing) These kingdoms shall be foreverA hunger for the purest blood(Repeat vers 1)("Nifelheim")