Текст Darkthrone – Where Cold Winds Blow

Where cold winds blow I (was) laid 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 herds
But asketh thou: Closed are the gates?

My mind cut my winged weapons
And 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