| Song | Where Cold Winds Blow |
| Artist | Darkthrone |
| Album | A Blaze in the Northern Sky |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Darkthrone | |
| Where cold winds blow I was layed to rest | |
| I can not reach my rusty weapons; | |
| The blood and sword that guided my path | |
| For they drowned in the sands of wisdom | |
| I was, indeed, a king of the flesh | |
| My blackened edges; still they were sharp | |
| Honoured by the carnal herdes | |
| But asketh thou: closed are the gates? | |
| My mind cut my winged weapons | |
| The teeth that was my pride | |
| And from the forest all would hear: | |
| "Wisdom opens the gate for the king" | |
| My weapons sighted - my tears they tasted | |
| Summon my warriors - to the land of desire | |
| To the domain of hate - where cold winds blew | |
| For lust for hell - we rode with the north wind | |
| Only I could accomplish a fucken self-deceit | |
| There are only two paths - the mind or the sword | |
| And the mind was open like the sights in a dream | |
| But the sword was like a stone around my neck | |
| I entered the soul of the snake | |
| And slept with the armageddish whore | |
| But without my throne and my weapons; | |
| Where cold winds blow became my grave |
| zuo ci : Darkthrone | |
| Where cold winds blow I was layed to rest | |
| I can not reach my rusty weapons | |
| The blood and sword that guided my path | |
| For they drowned in the sands of wisdom | |
| I was, indeed, a king of the flesh | |
| My blackened edges still they were sharp | |
| Honoured by the carnal herdes | |
| But asketh thou: closed are the gates? | |
| My mind cut my winged weapons | |
| The teeth that was my pride | |
| And from the forest all would hear: | |
| " Wisdom opens the gate for the king" | |
| My weapons sighted my tears they tasted | |
| Summon my warriors to the land of desire | |
| To the domain of hate where cold winds blew | |
| For lust for hell we rode with the north wind | |
| Only I could accomplish a fucken selfdeceit | |
| There are only two paths the mind or the sword | |
| And the mind was open like the sights in a dream | |
| But the sword was like a stone around my neck | |
| I entered the soul of the snake | |
| And slept with the armageddish whore | |
| But without my throne and my weapons | |
| Where cold winds blow became my grave |
| zuò cí : Darkthrone | |
| Where cold winds blow I was layed to rest | |
| I can not reach my rusty weapons | |
| The blood and sword that guided my path | |
| For they drowned in the sands of wisdom | |
| I was, indeed, a king of the flesh | |
| My blackened edges still they were sharp | |
| Honoured by the carnal herdes | |
| But asketh thou: closed are the gates? | |
| My mind cut my winged weapons | |
| The teeth that was my pride | |
| And from the forest all would hear: | |
| " Wisdom opens the gate for the king" | |
| My weapons sighted my tears they tasted | |
| Summon my warriors to the land of desire | |
| To the domain of hate where cold winds blew | |
| For lust for hell we rode with the north wind | |
| Only I could accomplish a fucken selfdeceit | |
| There are only two paths the mind or the sword | |
| And the mind was open like the sights in a dream | |
| But the sword was like a stone around my neck | |
| I entered the soul of the snake | |
| And slept with the armageddish whore | |
| But without my throne and my weapons | |
| Where cold winds blow became my grave |