Where Cold Winds Blow - 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