Obsidieth - First of the Nine | Текст песни

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In the darkest, coldest region of the nine
rivers flow down from mountains to the plains,
and solidified to frost and ice
a ruthless planet in a blanket of white.

The world tree grew up into the sky
the lowest of the worlds, beneath the third root

First of the Nine, frozen world unknown
into the white, an arctic kingdom
First of the Nine, frozen world unknown
into the white, frozen reality of snow.

This frozen reality of endless snowscapes
it is the bitter realm of defiled souls.

Nifelheim a dark and frozen landscape of endless night
a realm of primordial ice and cold, the northern region of the mighty gap
the land of mists was the home of the dead.

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