| Song | Where Death Seems To Dwell |
| Artist | Amon Amarth |
| Album | Fate Of Norns |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Amon Amarth | |
| Through a dark and desolate valley he walks | |
| Pale, flickering fires light the way | |
| Along an ice cold river lies his path | |
| The sky is of darkest grey | |
| A cold wind pierce through his bones | |
| And the sharp rocks cut his feet | |
| His clothes and skin are ripped by thorns | |
| His eyes appear to bleed | |
| The land is dead and dry | |
| The water is poisonous | |
| Unknown creatures howling to the sky | |
| Blood chilling and ravenous | |
| The air is thick and dense | |
| A smell of rotting flesh | |
| Every breath is like one thousand knives | |
| Cutting through his chest | |
| Black birds of prey circle the sky | |
| He hears the shadows moan | |
| He sees pale faces pass him by | |
| But he walks this path alone | |
| Darkness fills his heart with chilling fear | |
| A nameless fear he cannot quell | |
| How did he ever end up here? | |
| This place where death seems to dwell | |
| He repeats the question in his weary mind | |
| The riddle gives him no rest | |
| Yet he knows the answer deep inside | |
| He's been touched by the chill of death | |
| Enchanting voices urge him on | |
| Through he wants to turn around | |
| They sing to him with soothing words | |
| A chilling, frighting sound | |
| A cold blue light shimmer ahead | |
| Where a mountain reaches for the sky | |
| Nidafiell, mountain of the dead | |
| Terrifying it's might | |
| He approach the gates | |
| His heart is cold | |
| He understands all to well | |
| She awaits him | |
| The truth unfolds | |
| He's been sent to Nifelhel |
| zuo ci : Amon Amarth | |
| Through a dark and desolate valley he walks | |
| Pale, flickering fires light the way | |
| Along an ice cold river lies his path | |
| The sky is of darkest grey | |
| A cold wind pierce through his bones | |
| And the sharp rocks cut his feet | |
| His clothes and skin are ripped by thorns | |
| His eyes appear to bleed | |
| The land is dead and dry | |
| The water is poisonous | |
| Unknown creatures howling to the sky | |
| Blood chilling and ravenous | |
| The air is thick and dense | |
| A smell of rotting flesh | |
| Every breath is like one thousand knives | |
| Cutting through his chest | |
| Black birds of prey circle the sky | |
| He hears the shadows moan | |
| He sees pale faces pass him by | |
| But he walks this path alone | |
| Darkness fills his heart with chilling fear | |
| A nameless fear he cannot quell | |
| How did he ever end up here? | |
| This place where death seems to dwell | |
| He repeats the question in his weary mind | |
| The riddle gives him no rest | |
| Yet he knows the answer deep inside | |
| He' s been touched by the chill of death | |
| Enchanting voices urge him on | |
| Through he wants to turn around | |
| They sing to him with soothing words | |
| A chilling, frighting sound | |
| A cold blue light shimmer ahead | |
| Where a mountain reaches for the sky | |
| Nidafiell, mountain of the dead | |
| Terrifying it' s might | |
| He approach the gates | |
| His heart is cold | |
| He understands all to well | |
| She awaits him | |
| The truth unfolds | |
| He' s been sent to Nifelhel |
| zuò cí : Amon Amarth | |
| Through a dark and desolate valley he walks | |
| Pale, flickering fires light the way | |
| Along an ice cold river lies his path | |
| The sky is of darkest grey | |
| A cold wind pierce through his bones | |
| And the sharp rocks cut his feet | |
| His clothes and skin are ripped by thorns | |
| His eyes appear to bleed | |
| The land is dead and dry | |
| The water is poisonous | |
| Unknown creatures howling to the sky | |
| Blood chilling and ravenous | |
| The air is thick and dense | |
| A smell of rotting flesh | |
| Every breath is like one thousand knives | |
| Cutting through his chest | |
| Black birds of prey circle the sky | |
| He hears the shadows moan | |
| He sees pale faces pass him by | |
| But he walks this path alone | |
| Darkness fills his heart with chilling fear | |
| A nameless fear he cannot quell | |
| How did he ever end up here? | |
| This place where death seems to dwell | |
| He repeats the question in his weary mind | |
| The riddle gives him no rest | |
| Yet he knows the answer deep inside | |
| He' s been touched by the chill of death | |
| Enchanting voices urge him on | |
| Through he wants to turn around | |
| They sing to him with soothing words | |
| A chilling, frighting sound | |
| A cold blue light shimmer ahead | |
| Where a mountain reaches for the sky | |
| Nidafiell, mountain of the dead | |
| Terrifying it' s might | |
| He approach the gates | |
| His heart is cold | |
| He understands all to well | |
| She awaits him | |
| The truth unfolds | |
| He' s been sent to Nifelhel |