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Darkthrone - En Ås I Dype Skogen - Transilvanian Hunger (lyrics written by Count Grishnakh)
A Ridge In The Deep Forest
A gate stood open, a horseman appeared.
A cold mist had laid itself over the fields.
Nine black horses, and nine armed men.
An eye stared angrily down from a flag.
Silence fell, when the company stopped.
They stopped in a circle round a stone.
Silently, they rode towards it, and disappeared when they reached it.
For the stone was a thought filled with power.
Stars upon a heaven, which never falls down.
Rays of light in a night that lasts eternally.
Thousand cold winters, with only cold and contempt.
There is no summer without a winter.
In an old forest, where trolls and goblins (well, couldn't find a better word) wandered,
Was a stone, that moved and became life.
Nine armed men, on nine grey proud horses,
Carried a banner, on which the eye showed itself.
Every night, there is new darkness
Every winter I freeze
But I will never cry
For prouldy I rode that time
Out of the deep forest.
A Ridge In The Deep Forest
A gate stood open, a horseman appeared.
A cold mist had laid itself over the fields.
Nine black horses, and nine armed men.
An eye stared angrily down from a flag.
Silence fell, when the company stopped.
They stopped in a circle round a stone.
Silently, they rode towards it, and disappeared when they reached it.
For the stone was a thought filled with power.
Stars upon a heaven, which never falls down.
Rays of light in a night that lasts eternally.
Thousand cold winters, with only cold and contempt.
There is no summer without a winter.
In an old forest, where trolls and goblins (well, couldn't find a better word) wandered,
Was a stone, that moved and became life.
Nine armed men, on nine grey proud horses,
Carried a banner, on which the eye showed itself.
Every night, there is new darkness
Every winter I freeze
But I will never cry
For prouldy I rode that time
Out of the deep forest.