Originally posted by hvergelmer
I just had to translate a song ;D
Snow-canons have spoken
The hill lies blank
Like a newly polished floor
In really cold Nordic Winter
A ritual skiing takes form
Around twelwe oclock
Knife-sharp ski-stick is lifted
In the realm of Midwinter
Run through the body of a Christian Lift-guard
In triumph we lace our ski boots
Weak blood stains eternal snow
In silence on the Åreskutans hights ( Swedish skiing resort )
Without fear and silently denying God
I throw myself down the sloops
Skiing glasses on
I am ready for battle
Dressed in a Dark Throne top and Lovika gloves
Father.. Satan
Guide me through the sport of Slalom
To
. Victory.. In the true winter sport