[00:00.00] 作词 : Darkthrone
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Enger/Nagell/Skjellum
[00:00.00] Where cold winds blow I was layed to rest
[00:21.72]I can not reach my rusty weapons;
[00:24.96]The blood and sword that guided my path
[00:50.13]For they drowned in the sands of wisdom
[00:54.54]I was, indeed, a king of the flesh
[00:55.53]My blackened edges; still they were sharp
[01:04.20]Honoured by the carnal herdes
[01:24.09]But asketh thou: closed are the gates?
[01:45.45]My mind cut my winged weapons
[01:47.31]The teeth that was my pride
[01:52.50]And from the forest all would hear:
[01:54.63]" Wisdom opens the gate for the king "
[03:09.24]My weapons sighted - my tears they tasted
[03:16.47]Summon my warriors - to the land of desire
[03:23.37]To the domain of hate - where cold winds blew
[03:33.99]For lust for hell - we rode with the north wind
[04:08.55]Only I could accomplish a ****** self-deceit
[04:10.23]There are only two paths - the mind or the sword
[04:20.67]And the mind was open like the sights in a dream
[04:31.08]But the sword was like a stone around my neck
[04:55.32]I entered the soul of the snake
[04:58.92]And slept with the armageddish whore
[05:00.69]But without my throne and my weapons;
[05:16.17]Where cold winds blow became my grave

作词 : Darkthrone
作曲 : Enger/Nagell/Skjellum
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 ****** 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