Black Poetry

From the frozen woods of Norway
The spirit from the old trees
The charisma 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 charisma of thousand frozen lakes
And the mountains are so dark and cold
Where the old man was in his early days and wrote his Black Poetry