Black Poetry

From the frozen woods of Norway.
 The spirit from the old trees.
 The carisma of thousand frozen lakes.
 And the mountains are so dark and cold.
 Where the old man was in the early days and wrote his Black Poetry.
 Days are so cold and time does not help it, we are those who was living for our father, who created this mighty landscape.
 The Black Poetry from ancient time before the christian intruders.
 Some days the christian men will be slaughtered, and our father of man will come.
 From the frozen woods of Norway.
 The spirit from the old trees.
 The carisma of thousand frozen lakes.
 And the mountains are so dark and cold.
 Where the old man was in his ealy days and wrote his Black Poetry.